Painters

Well, after Jeff’s very cerebral guest yesterday, I’m sliding us back to a basics…a ‘finish the story’ prompt:

A few days after the huge windstorm has blown off the newly-laid roof shingles on her townhouse, she heard the roofers overhead, back on the job. The painters returned, as well, as she heard them climbing the ladders to finish the job they started before the storm.
And here she was, sprucing-up the inside of her house with paint, too. With her husband at work and her kids at school, she had three free days a week to indulge herself and make the house a home. Today she was not working, but she also needed to go grocery shopping.
As she walked through the front to get to her car, she noticed cigarette butts in her small but attractive garden. She hated cigarettes anyway, and the garden was always written up in the community’s monthly newsletter as a good example or even as an award-winner. She figured it was either the roofers, but more likely the painters, who greeted her in an all-too friendly manner. She complained, and nicely told them that it was probably the roofers, (trying to give them a graceful way out),but she let them know that she was upset about it.
When she came home, there were more butts and only the painters were there. She scowled. One young man said that his sister worked with her husband and insisted on carrying her groceries, despite her protests. He even insisted on carrying them into the house. She hurried to get some painting in in the few hours she had to herself. Darned ‘popcorn’ ceilings! It was all in her hair and she knew she’d better get cleaned up before the fellows all got home, She was in the shower, shampoo in her eyes, completely vulnerable, when the bathroom door suddenly pushed open….

What do you think happened? Is this a thriller? Is there a kidnapping? Does she defend herself? (If so, with what? )Was a supernatural power entering? Is it a mystery that may go on? Is there a comedic answer to the door opening?
Please play along!

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