I was in my childhood home in the kitchen in the dark, must’ve getting a midnight snack. I hear a noise but brush it off as outside noise and quickly rush upstairs. Minutes later I’m talking to my parents. There is the noise again, this time my dad and mom heard it. It was the sound of somebody furiously shaking a locked doorknob. We looked down from the upstairs where we could oversee the bottom of our house. Inside At the front door we saw a child 10-13 years of age, shaking the locked and secured door trying to escape our house which he has broken into. My dad quickly runs downstairs and grabs the kid to scare him and figure out why he’s there. Watching from upstairs, my brother and I notice a trail of spilled powder coming from a room with footsteps leading away from it. We go to explore. Now we’re in the room, where we realized the window that has been broken into. Panic kicks in, and it’s dark. I’m at the door of the bedroom and 2 kids who I don’t know running into the room trying to escape back out. They see me and freeze, as so do i. I grab the one nearest to me and push him to a wall, the other one runs around me. No words leave my mouth from horror as I gasp for air trying to yell for my brother “Get Him!” , but nothing comes out, my voice is gone and I am frozen in fear. I finally wake myself up screaming for my brother to “Get him” in real life.