When I had police escort home.....

Walking home in the dark one evening after work. When I turn into my street I saw policemen and some people standing by a striped plastic ribbon closing off the street. I walked up to the closure of the street. A policeman asked me where I was going? I said that I was going home. He asked me where do you live?  I pointed towards my house. I asked what is going on? There has been a robbery in the shop around the corner and we do not know if the robber is still around hiding. - Eh, I see. The police offered to escort me to the main entrance to my house. I lived on the second floor. So no escort to my own front door. I was scared walking up those stairs to my door as the robber could have been hiding there. 
I could see the shop from my kitchen window and there were plenty of policemen and police cars. After a while I also saw them carrying out a dead person with a white cloth covering the body. I then understood that it was not only a robber it was a murder as well. I felt a really horrible feeling in my stomach. I read the papers and it was a robber who killed the owner inside the shop. I could have met the murderer? I could have met him hiding outside my door!!! Really horrible thoughts!