Yesterday my brother was having a sleep over party because him and all his friends finished their final Math AP test and he wasn't supposed to be home until 11:30...

Anyways I was at home at about 10:00 and my mum left with my sister to take her to dance and I'm just thinking I have the house to myself... Then I start to hear sounds from upstairs of cupboards closing I stopped hearing it and thought it was just me imagining things. About 5 minutes later I hear it again and I start to get worried. I didn't want to confront the person in my house because I could of got killed. I then hear the flick sound of an opening pocket knife and I thought my life was over until I found out it was my brother with his pocket knife comb... He got home from the sleepover at like 7:00 and was I ever startled when he came in. I was ready to attack him.

At least no one was in my house.