You quickly slam the door shut in fright, not knowing what to do. Who the hell was at your house durring the night, or maybe in the morning. The footprints were fresh, or so you thought. The only way to figure out was to open that door again. Slowly but surely you crept open that door, yet the foot prints were definitely fresh. So again who the heck was at your door this morning. This whole stupid conversation with myself was making me more worried. I had to tell myself, okay Lacey, it’s gonna be okay. If someone had really come to my house this morning, why? Did they find out? Was I in danger? Wait a minute, the foot prints were going out of my house not towards it! I looked frantically around my house for any evidence of breaking and entering, nothing. Then how did this person get into my house. Were they here all night and I just didn’t know. I had no clue about what had just happened, but I knew I could get to the bottem of it.