My home was burglarized back in the late 80's. It was a disturbing experience and because of that incident, I am still somewhat paranoid about it happening again. The feeling of having your home violated stays with you for quite a while. Fortunately I currently live in a neighborhood with a very low crime rate. Our complex has its own security service and our neighbors keep an eye out for suspicious activity.
The day we were burglarized, I was home alone. In the afternoon, I left to visit a friend who had called me. Later that day, I came home and noticed my father's closet open and a cloth bank bag on the floor. Then I noticed the VCR was missing. I opened the bank bag and there were silver coins inside, from my dad's collection. I knew something was wrong and called the police and my family. We discovered that they had stolen silver coins, the aforementioned VCR, and several handguns.
A neighbor saw the crime happen, but she was a drunk and couldn’t remember any worthwhile details. She didn’t call the cops, although she knew something was wrong.
Years later, the friend I had visited that day confessed to being involved in the burglary. He was assigned to distract me, while two other "friends" pilfered the house. They sold the coins, which were worth several thousand dollars. The handguns they sold or traded for cocaine. That was the motive behind it all, to get more drugs! The fellow who confessed apologized to my family. All of the perpetrators were minors at the time, so we didn’t think we could do anything about it so many years later.