Someone in the Closet

Someone in my Closet

  I walk along a string of nearly identical houses, eyes on the floor. This had been the worst day of my life. First, I couldn't get into my closet, so I had to wear the same clothes as yesterday which were very dirty as I had volleyball practice yesterday, and then I forget my phone in my house and was unable to call my best friend, Kristine, like I would every Sunday to update her about my week. Then I had a skiing trip today with the rest of my family. I was completely stuck on that mountain and was forced to go through the most torturous sport ever. At lunch, I had instant noodles and while eating them, my stupid brother bumped into me, making me spill my noodles onto my shirt and pants. Now I have to wear them for the rest of the time until I am able to take a shower.
  I turn onto my driveway and up to the door of my house, number 28. I rummage around in my bag for the keys. After a bit of searching, I fish out my keys and unlock the door.
  As soon as it opens I enter and close the door behind me. Then I run up the stairs to my room. I burst into my room and I realize that someone's been in there.My phone lay on the ground, screen still bright, and the closet door was open wide.
  I stared in shock before cautiously approaching my phone. I pick it up. The screen was showing my contacts list. I started to freak out. I here a creaking downstairs and panic flows into my bloodstream.
"Rachael! We're home!" I hear my mother yell.
"Um...mom? Can you come up here?" I yell back.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and soon my door opens to my mother. She stares at my room.
"What happened in here?" she asked.
"I don't know. When I came in it was like this already and my phone screen was still on. I think someone unwelcome has been in my room." I reply.
She walks towards my closet and peers in. Finding nothing but my clothes, she turns back to me.
"Are you sure? If there really was a person in this house who doesn't belong, where would they hide to make it impossible to find?" she asks.
  I take a while to think. Then an idea comes to me.
"Remember that this morning I couldn't open my closet? You tried to open it as well, right? And it just wouldn't open? Well what if the person who was here was hiding in there?" I say.
  My mother looks thoughtful and she turns to my closet again. She investigates behind the clothes. After a while of searching, she turns back to me.
"Well, whoever was here, they're gone already." she says. "You said your phone was on? Check the phone's search history. There might be a clue there."
  I look at my phone in my hands. And turn it on. I look for the search history and find...nothing.
"It's blank."