A couple days had gone by, and I was feeling better about everything and thought I may be overreacting and that didn't matter because Mitz needed time away anyway. I decided that I would clean the house that day, and I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and started there. About ten minutes into cleaning, I thought I heard a knock at the door and crept by the front window and tried to peek out without being seen. BUT AS I PEEKED OUT THE CORNER of the curtain, there was a face staring right back at me, close range. Screaming, I ran to the bedroom and locked myself in, and through that door, I heard that man, break my front window, climb inside and I knew then that I was done.