I actually have a creepy break in story.
It happened just over a year ago, after I first moved into this place. I live in a basement suite in a fairly decent, but older neighbourhood. The place is okay... definitely needs some work. The front door, when I first moved in, didn't have a working lock - we never felt the need to lock it anyway. With a house FULL of people, it didn't seem that important. One night, when my roomate was gone, I awoke suddenly for no good reason. After a moment or two I could hear the dog upstairs barking like crazy, which is very unusual for her to do. I glanced at the clock - 4:00am. From the corner of my eye I saw some movement - and then there, standing in the doorway, was a tall and lanky man, about 6'0'' tall. I didn't scream, I very quietly spoke into the silence and said "Who are you?"
The guy immediately came closer (I think I might have cowered a bit, for he then stopped suddenly) and said "Don't you remember me?"
I said "No, I've never seen you before in my life! What are you doing in my house??" IN which he replied, "I'm here to pleasure you." At this point I started to freak out... however, I wasn't wearing anything and was hesitant to get out of bed lest he see my nakedness. I just sat there and tried to talk him into leaving - it failed. Eventually he turned away and I snatched the opportunity to throw my pajamas on. He then sat on my bed and started talking some more... he didn't really seem all that threatening, so instead of screaming and making the situation worse I talked to him rather quietly.
He started talking about all of his marital problems, of how his wife always cheated on him and he felt horrible. Being the nice person I am I tried to counsell him and told him he should go home to his wife who probably misses him very much. I think this is what convinced him, because he got up and started walking towards the door. He then turned back and kept saying he wanted to pleasure me. (I think he was very drunk, or on drugs, or something). At this point I very firmly said "Get out of me house!" over and over, everytime raising my voice. He then asked me "Why are you yelling at me?" and I kinda laughed and said "BECAUSE YOUR IN MY HOUSE DAMNIT!" "IT's 4:30 in the f***ing morning, are you stupid??" at which point he promptly turned around and left.
I was rather angry afterwards until I tried to go back to sleep - then the fear settled in. I kept wondering if he was goign to come back - and there wasn't much I could do to stop him from coming in. There were no locks on the doors! The next morning I told my landlady, who called the police, who couldn't figure out why I didn't call them after it happened. That day new locks were put on the doors and the dogs were let outside at night incase anybody comes around.