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This happened when I lived in Leadville, in the late 1970's. My 4 yr old son and I lived in an old house with another couple and their 3 children.
One day, the couple took all the kids to a fair, and I was alone in the house. I was in an upstairs bathroom (this is embarrassing) sitting on the toilet looking at a magazine. Despite the fact that I was alone in the house, I had closed the bathroom door out of habit. While I was perusing an article, I suddenly heard (what I thought was the couples little 5 year old girl) speaking through the crack in the door. "Mommy" Not even looking up from my magazine, just assuming they had all come back early, I said "It's Deb hon, not your mommy". A moment later, another questioning "Mommy?" Now I looked up from my magazine. "Honey, it's not your mommy. She must be downstairs!". No response. I start on the magazine article again, and then a few seconds later...through the door crack..."MOMMY!". Now, I'm getting angry. I wanted to read that article. "I told you it's Deb! Hold on..." So I finish up at the toilet then open the door, figuring my girlfriends daughter is standing there. She isn't. No one is. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It's quiet like a room gets when people were talking, and you've walked in so they've stopped. Eerie. Then it hits me...I walk to the top of the stairs where I can see down to the front door. The deadbolt is still latched. They all finally came back 2 hours later. It was not a real comfortable 2 hours alone.
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