The Bang in the Night

Here in the land of criminals and crooks, nothing goes unnoticed. This morning was one of those. I awake in a fit of coughing and spitting all sorts of green gunk, and feeling like my head will explode in less than a split second. Once my cough attack had passed, I could finally hear the birds twittering (that means; writing statuses to each other)and whistling, and doors opening and closing. Hold on... Doors opening and closing? Whereabouts may this be? Then I hear the stomping and things being moved around. Thats my bedroom! - I'm currently staying in our spare room while we paint my own room - Is this the man from the other morning who came in and stole my boyfriends phone? Now normally in these situations, one would pick up any kind of sharp object, be it a knife, a sword, a gun, a stick. I had a pair of scissors. So upon clenching them into my white knuckled fist, I crept silently on our creaking wooden floor, across the room to the window in order to see if the criminal had left my bedroom outside door open. It was closed. The only thought that ran through my mind was, "What an idiot! that doors so hard to open, I'll kill him before he even gets a foot out"

Then I hear the footsteps down the passage, "Oh my, He might kill me before I get a chance to stab him! He could have a gun!"
But this guys a noisy bugger! Can't the neighbours hear him? These surrounding houses must all sleep with earmuffs on or something!
The footsteps move toward the kitchen. Phew! He has past me! I am safe. I wait a few seconds and hear the kitchen gate opening - he probably realised my door was jammed and he was stuck.
So I spring out my current sleeping compartment (it really is like a compartment) and haul myself toward the kitchen wielding this monstrosity of a weapon; my scissors.
the gate is left wide open, and I can still hear bang, clatter, and my heart rate has broken the Richter scale by now.

I step outside, barefoot onto cold, wet concrete, already sick, but ready to get even more sick just to catch this goddamn crook!
I look around for clues of his escape path. The bin! The bin is gone!! This guy traipses all around our house only to steal our BIN!!

What is today? Monday. What happens on a Monday? The trash guys come to take our trash. who would be taking the trash out at this time in the morning? The father! Who do I want to strangle coz he's interrupted my peaceful sleep? You guessed it. My noisy boisterous father!

But why on earth was he in my room?