Scary (but real) Story in Lieu of Halloween

It's a horrifying experience now that I look back on it, but at the moment it was happening, I thought it was really funny. So this took place back in my senior year of high school. I usually walked home from school and would be the only person at home until midnight. It was around summer time- August/September and at that time, the house AC was broken. After walking home from school and having no AC to cool off, I took off my pants and underwear and only wore an oversized t-shirt. This is usually fine because, again, I’m home alone. I start making an after school meal in the kitchen and jamming out to some music in the process. The kitchen/dining area is close to my backyard where there's a glass sliding door to separate the inside of the house and the outside backyard (as I think most houses have in the USA). The blinds aren’t completely shut so I can still see out to the backyard. Out of nowhere, my peripherals catch a glance of a shadowy figure out in the backyard. My mom has friends that are handymen and would regularly fix up the house if she asked. I connected the dots and figured that person was probably the handyman that came to fix the AC.

My immediate thought was, “Oh crap. I should probably put on some pants.” I immediately turned off all the stoves and ran to the nearby bathroom to change. Once I came out to the kitchen redressed, the glass door shoved open out of nowhere and there I was, face-to-face, with some man I’ve never seen before. He had what looked like a crow bar in his hands, and easy deductive reasoning, yea this guy is a fucking house robber. Surprisingly, instead of feeling scared, I gave this man the biggest WTF face. I remember my thought process being along the lines of, “Are you fucking kidding?” He started speaking to me in a blubbering mess but I couldn’t understand any of it because he was speaking in Spanish. I could only guess he was trying to make up some stupid excuse but the whole time, I just stood there in silent shock, still with the WTF face. After stuttering and blubbering some more, he just ran out and jumped the fence out to the streets. At that point I was still thinking, “This stupid motherfucker didn't even check to see if the house was empty before trying to rob it.”

I collected myself and even doubted if I should call the police cause technically nothing was stolen. I called them anyways and my story started off as, “I think I was almost robbed…” Even explaining the situation to the police, it felt so stupid. It didn’t help that it took the police 30 MINUTES to finally arrive. By then, that guy was probably long gone and all the police did was take photos for evidence and dust for fingerprints at the now-broken door handle. The guy was never caught, I’m guessing cause I never got an update from the police either. My neighbor did tell me after the police left that he noticed a group of men hanging around my house for a while before I came home from school. So they probably didn't notice me coming home (even though I went through the garage) and thought it was an empty house to rob.

I was laughing to myself after the whole incident because, think about it, HE RAN. I was a teenage girl all by myself, he had a weapon, I had nothing, and HE was the one that ran. I understand I was lucky to get out of that situation unharmed, but it was just so funny to me.

TLDR: My house got broken into when I was still inside and I didn't die (to a suicidal kid at that time, it made the situation feel even worse).