It was about midnight. My parents were away on vacation. My 2 year old son was sleeping quietly in our bedroom. I was in the spare room, chatting with friends on the computer. All was peaceful and quiet.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Suspicious, I crept over and eased it open. A young man stood there. It took a moment to realize it was our neighbor's son, Chris. He was standing in...his boxers.
"Vicky, let me in...call 911...there's two guys robbing our house...they have guns..."
I let him in, locked the door, and ran for the phone, quickly dialing. He stood there shivering in his underwear, looking around frantically. I began to give the details to the operator, when I heard the most horrible screaming outside. It was a scream of absolute terror, a true bloody-murder scream...I froze.
"It's my mom!" Chris said.
I ran back to the door, terrified that the gunmen would be right behind her, get into my house, shoot us all, shoot my baby...