TIFU by running to my hot neighbors house half naked in fear or death.

Last night at about 2am my usually very placid German Shepherd started barking his ass off, so much so that it managed to cut through my comatose sleeping ability. So I(19M) thought, sure, Halloween weekend, bound to be some reason for this. Upon peeking out the front curtain and see an empty street besides a beat up civic with the interior light on parked 20m from my front door. It's fine I thought, just some people relaxing in their car (starting to get weirded out). Decide to wait up for a bit to see if they move on and if my dog will chill out. Slam! My bedroom door closes hard, my room connects directly through the back laundry to the back door. So of course my mind immediately goes to the only possible explanation that my poorly rationalizing "night brain" could come up with, robbery! Frozen, I stand there for about a minute, absolutely convinced that my house is being robbed and of course I've put myself in the one room with the hardest possible exit and no phone. With imaginary footsteps growing closer I sprint for the back window, after dropping a healthy two meters into bushes I bolt the 50m across the lawn to the neighbors. Not caring what they thought at that point I ran round to their front door. Full on bed head, in the most scant pair of boxers I own, I barge into my hot neighbors Halloween after party. Fuck. Suddenly it occurs to me I never actually saw "the robber". So surrounding but 15 extremely out-of-my league 20yr old girls and I meekly say "I think there's someone in my house". Keep in mind that I have liked this girl for well over 5 years. Surely enough the half-blasted dudes start hyping each other up, patting me on the back saying shit like "don't worry bro we're gonna get the bastard". Fuuuuuuuuck. At this point I'm seriously hoping that there is actually a robber there so I can retain some (albeit extremely small) level of dignity. Anyway, hot neighbor gets me the closest available clothing, a neon pink dressing gown, which happened to be extremely high thigh, awesome. Any and all adrenaline is most assuredly turning into dread at this point. You know where this is going, no one was there obviously, I look like an ABSOLUTE ass in front of a lot of people I know and the girl I like. And to top it all off, as I'm walking up the steps after thoroughly checking the house with "the bros" I step on the neon pink waist cord, trip, and smack my face on the wall. Holy shit even writing this makes me want to curl up into a ball and die. Eventually worked out that the french doors had opened, causing my bedroom door to slam, and the dusty civic out front was someone from the neighbors trying to hotbox the car. Safe to say I will decidedly not be going out in public ever again.

TL;DR: Thought I was getting robbed, ran to my hot neighbors to get help in my underwear and ended up making myself look like the biggest idiot to ever exist, ever.