Never got caught myself, never had anything in the house with me.
But...
My parents had gone away to Florida for a few weeks and while they were gone, my sister Rose liked to sleep in their bed. She had her boyfriend sleeping over a lot of nights and the night before my parents were supposed to come home (later in the day; around dinnertime), I could hear my sister having sex in their bedroom. That in itself was just too much for me.
The next morning, I woke up to hear the front door slamming. Our bedrooms were upstairs but the room that the door was in had a cathedral cieling and hardwood floors so it really echoed throughout the house. I figured it was Rose or her boyfriend. It wasn't. It was my parents.
I didn't hear anything in the next room and I was going to go and tell them but I heard my mother coming up the stairs. I pretended I was asleep. She went into Rose's room, didn't find her there, then went to her own bedroom and found the door locked. She softly knocked on the door and said in a fierce whisper, "You better get him out of the house before your father finds him." and then walked back downstairs.
Within seconds, the door was open and here comes the boyfriend through MY room. He jumped onto my dresser, took my screen off my window and jumped out onto the roof and then down into the backyard.
Rose came out, closed the window and replaced the screen and walked out.
Then there was a knock on the door. It was the boyfriend. Dad answered the door and he asked politely if Rose was awake yet. My father said, "Do you realize what time it is?" (it was about 7am) and then said, "Why aren't you wearing any shoes?" It was about January 15th with snow on the ground; he had forgotten his shoes in his rush to get out the house.
I don't remember what his answer was but my Dad never found out. My sister got in deep shit with my Mom, of course. After that, when they went on vacation, they made it a habit to come back at least a day early than they were supposed to.
