Goosebumps Story (Compilation)

Front Door

I moved into this very old house in a small California town. The house was built around 1910. It was a beautiful place with wooden floors, an enormous kitchen, and fruit trees in the backyard. Who wouldn't love it? I slept upstairs. Every day that I could, because the weather was nice, I'd leave the front door open and just lock the screen. The front door was this huge, wooden monstrosity that was hard to open and close and had a big deadbolt on it that was a little difficult to turn. I kept meaning to put something on it to make it smoother, but I never did. I started noticing that, when I was in the kitchen, if I left open the front door and just locked the screen, the door would slam shut. At first, I attributed this to the wind, even when there kind of wasn't a wind. Then, the door started slamming shut, and the deadbolt would be locked. I was amazed. So, I thought, "Well. There has to be a logical explanation." I tested the door by slamming it, but I couldn't make the bolt go over. I would test it, walk out of the room, and then the damned door would shut, and the bolt would be locked. One day, I got a little frightened and ran outside, mainly because I thought someone was messing with me. EXCEPT when I went outside, I realized I had to unlock the screen door before I could do it. Which was ... weird. So, I went back in and said, "Hello. My name is Odette. I am the living person here. I'm paying some good money to rent the house. And I WANT THE FRONT DOOR OPEN. Please leave it that way." There was a pause. Then, the closet door in the bedroom creaked open and slammed shut. That made me a little angry, and when I think back on that, I'm amazed, and I said, "Fine! Whatever! Just not the front door!" It never happened again.