Come Out Come Out where ever you are

I wake up to the sound of splintering wood. Glass shatters and lots of people yell. I grab my phone off my nightstand and stand up. I open the door that leads out into my hallway and peek my head out.
Lights fills my whole house. How in the H-E double hockey sticks. I crawl out of my room and out onto the balcony. I look into my living room down below. Furniture has been turned over and tables have been split in half.
My mansion is getting broke in to.
Yes, I live in a mansion. My parent are multimillionaire's, they're gone for the weekend. I am home alone. People are in my house, destroying it. Holy mother of banana's!
I hold in a gasp as a man in a black ninja like outfit enters the room below me. He looks around and eyes the grand staircase that leads to me. He begins to move towards it.
It's okay Liz! I tell myself. Just calmly hide and call the police, they'll know what to do.
I slowly grow to my feet. The robber is halfway up the stairs. It's to dark for him to see me.
As sneaky as I came out, I move like a shadow across my hallway. I-just-have-to-get-to-my-bathroom.
Voices come from downstairs. My hands get sweaty and I begin to fumble with my phone. It slips out of my hand and CLUNK, it hits the ground.
"Someone's here!" another robber says from downstairs.
NO DIP! It's my flippin house/mansion.
I scoop up my phone and sprint down my hallway. I make a break for the bathroom at the far end of my house. Loud footsteps come from behind me.
Holy fudge!
The noises get's louder and a man yells from behind me, "get back here!"
I run faster and take many interesting twist and turns through out my house. No one knows this baby like I do. I go down a long corridor and pass the private library.
I'm thinking, do we have a Panic Room? All big houses have them. Yes! I remember it's on the 3rd floor second hallway, 5th door on the right.
I make a break for the stairs and clamber up them. Shouts and angry yells come from behind me.
I have not lost those bozos tracks. I make it to the 3rd floor and make a quick left. I go down a dark hallway and take a sharp right. I fly down the corridor trying to find the Panic room when I hear, 'come out come out where ever you are.'
The voice sounds raspy, and near. I am about to make a break for the Panic Room, which is in sight when someone walks out of the shadows. I run into them. They grab onto me and I begin to yell. I kick and thrash around trying to get out of the person's grip when more hands come out to help them. I get slapped around and my hole body is screaming at me to stop. But I wont.
Yah this 17 year old is fighting for her life. Someones hand covers my mouth and I bite down hard. Metallic liquid floods my mouth and a person squeals, they try to rip there hand out of my jaws but I wont let go.
lots of screaming comes after that. Someone begins to bash me on the side of the head. I am forced to let go, because my vision is starting to get sketchy. My eyes begin to droop close and my body goes limp.
There goes my chance to get into the Panic Room.