[ WP ] You 're a robber in a house coming down the stairs with valuable items from the master bedroom . You encounter another robber in the home on your way out ; Write a story about what happens .

I was half way down the main stairs when I heard the front door creak. Someone's here! 
 
 I immediately dart up the stairs, silent as a cat. My mind quickly races through the possible exit routes from second floor: the master bedroom and hallway both have windows leading to the backyard, where I can climb out and slip away into the wood unnoticed, landing on the playground slide to muffle my landing. That will serve. 
 
 Flashlights are risky at the moment, so I hide several feet left of the second floor balcony and wait for the lights to come on. Moments pass, but the house remains dark, and silent. Odd. My heart rate slows down a bit. Surely anyone's first reaction after finding an unlocked house is to switch on the lights or call the police? 
 
 Then, I saw the flashlight survey through the house, and slow, heavy footsteps. It's not a passerby, that's for sure. Could it be the cops? No, there's no radio chatter, and I only hear the sound of one set of footsteps. Cops always come in pairs. 
 
 And then it dawned on me. Another robber. Or wannabe robber, makes no difference. They saw an easy target and thought to go for it, entering through the front door and making so much noise like the amateur they are. I dart a quick look as the flashlight points to the opposite end of the balcony, and sure enough, it's a dark figure hunched over, trying to sneak through the house for some valuables. 
 
 Very well, I have just the plan for you, dear friend. In the master's bedroom, I replace several jewelry where I found them, climb out the windows, shut it tightly, and leaped onto the ladders on the playground slide. My entire body screamed in protest as I broke the fall, but the landing was silent except for a light metallic clang. Erring on the side of caution for my plans, I spend the next 3 minutes in the shadows by the side of the house, still as a statue. Hearing the sounds inside the house fade towards the basement, I dust away any possible prints on the slide and shrink into the woods, careful not to leave any footprints. 
 
 As I hop over a small fence to once again enter civilization, I take off my gloves and pop a disposable SIM card into my crappy phone. 
 
 `` Hello? 911? Yes I'd like to report a robbery...''
