Three hooded men...A story to scary...

SO i was at home. i have been sick for the past three days and ive been homebound. well my friend jennifer called and i was already in bed, lights out, watching a little t.v. before dossing off. I always keep my door locked, i see to much CSI and Law and Order to sleep with the door open. So the thing is you all know i have very good hearing. I was talking to Jen (she was concerned because i was so sick and called me at 11 pm.) and i hear a russeling of bags in the distance. I sat up in bed and lowered the T.v. volume even lower then it already way. I tell jen "i think someone is in my house! this i wisper now that i am totally freaked out. I made a recall of my steps and i got on all fours to look under my door, the lights where on in the kitchen!!!! Shit! I had turned them off. The only lights on where the christmas tree lights. I look out the window and i see only my car parked in the drive way! Holy Shit! "Jen" i say "there is no car in my driveway!" "You want me to call the cops?!?!" she asked "I'll call u back." I hung up, My mistake. Because if there was someone in my house, jen could have heard it all. Well, although i am a big chicken, i still opened the door and sneaked a peek out. The lights where on and i could still hear the russling of bags. My God they are taking our things! was what i thought. I took a pocket knive i have in my room and pretending to be brave i went out to the livingroom. "Dad?" I called. No answer, the russling of bags stopped. "Alex?" still no answer. The squeak of the door opening made my heart beat faster then i ever thought it could beat. i didn't know what to do, run? hide? scream? What should i do? and as i was deciding what to do, i see the refection of a person on the floor coming towards me. "ALex! Jesus fucking Christ! I nearly stabbed you!" I said. Alex was in the house and he had not realized i was in the livingroom and had not even heard me. Let me tell you, i was scared like i have never been scared before. Vivi always says strange shit always happens to me and that i always have a story and i think its true. When i called Jen back, she was like "i was freaking out! all i could think about was the three hooded men!" for those of you who don't know this story:
I was at home when a knock came to my door. Well you all know that here in the states we have doorbells. I never answer the door if i don't know who it is. Well I went to my window and i saw three hooded figures at my door. They where three black men who had covered their face and head with winter wear. I said, fuck thins i am not opening the door. And after one knock, they left. What i find weird is that they didn't ring the door bell, only knocked once and knowing there where people in the house (my car was there) they keept going. Well i told Jen and we where like creepy but forgot about it. A week later i was watching the news when they report the capture of three hooded men who had raped a girl in her home after she opened the door for them. In Gwen's words "This shit is banannas!
So you can imagin why i was scared.

Emily Dickinson

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place." - Emily Dickinson