You get the key

There it was just where I left it, you think to yourself, as you grab the key from the behind the mirror.

I made sure not to be seen coming out. I rush back home excited from my conquest, I feel as if I could do this all over again.

As I unlock the door I begin to have trouble. I start to get worried. Frantically I keep twisting the key to open the door when "snap" the key brakes in the lock. Stunned with fear I stand there for what feels like ten minutes.

I finally wake up because I hear a car coming. I look at the broken key and reliese that this isn't my key. Someone had swiched the keys. It must have been the janitor he probably found the key and saw me, then switched them to get some cheap laughs out of it and only laughs if she was lucky.