On the evening of December 27, 2008, my then 7-year-old son, Dalton, and I had come home and he got to the house before I did. While waiting on me, as was his habit, Dalton knocked on the door. Since he knew no one was home, I asked him why he was knocking on the door. He told me maybe somebody was there. I told him Jerrica (his sister) wasn't there, so there was no one home to let him in. Being Dalton, he continued to knock; not leaning on the door, just casually standing and knocking. I asked him what he would do if one of these days someone opened the door when he knocked. (This is something I ask him all the time because he always knocks on the door, even when Jerrica isn't home. No sooner did I get the last word out of my mouth than the door opened. I couldn't believe it! Dalton kind of glanced my way and just walked right in; apparently didn't think anything of it. My heart just about jumped out of my chest! I hurried to the door, rushing inside right behind him.
Once I got inside the house, I called Jerrica and asked her if she had been home; thinking that if she'd been there, maybe she didn't get the door completely shut when she left. Jerrica said she hadn't been home. I went back and checked the doorknob to make sure it was locked. It was still in the locked position. I know that I had shut the door completely closed when we left that morning because I pushed on the doorknob to make sure it was shut. That is something I was extremely conscious of doing every day. I asked Dalton to come outside and show me what he did that opened the door. I pulled the door closed. He told me he "didn't do nuthin', just knocked" and showed me how he knocked. I thought maybe he leaned on the door a little and I just didn't see him and it popped open, but when I leaned against it nothing happened. I even pushed hard and trust me; I used force, absolutely nothing. Later I thanked whoever let Dalton in.
This made me remember a few days earlier when Dalton was knocking on the door and I asked him, again, why he was knocking when no one was home. But this time he said he heard someone walking and thought maybe they'd let him in. Since I knew Jerrica wasn't home, I told him no one was there, so no one could let him in. I guess maybe I was wrong!
During the 10 months that we rented the house, we learned that the original homeowner, a woman named Mary, died in her home. It began as a 2 room log cabin that had, over the years, been added onto. I don't believe Mary ever left her home.