Well, I just had the crap scared out of me. Actually it was around four o'clock this morning. I woke up feeling thirsty, so I went downstairs for a quick drink, and I noticed it was freezing. The lights were off, of course, so I clicked the lights on in the living room to check the thermostat. You can see into the kitchen from the living room, and the backdoor. And, I saw that it was wide open. I was the last one in bed, and I know for a fact that I closed and locked it. My heart went from 0-60 in less than a second. I bolted up the stairs, grabbed the first gun I saw, which was my .357 snubbie, and a flashlight. My girlfriend woke up, asked what I was doing. I told her, and she immediately woke up, grabbed her gun, and went into the kids room, to stay there with them, while I cleared the house. Their bedroom is right outside ours, at the top of the stairs, so she basically just st at the top of the stairs, waiting for me.
I went back downstairs, checked all the closets, checked the kitchen cabinets, went out the litchen door and checked the sunroom, came back in, closed the door behind me. The doorknob was still locked, which confirmed to me that I had indeed locked it, and not just assumed that I did. I shut it again, pushed it firmly to make sure the latch caught, then headed to the basement, check ed every nook and cranny (we have a big basement), then checked our coal closet.
I came back upstairs, and sat in the living room, trying to slow m heart down. Then I heard a noise outside. My girlfriend heard it too, and caled down to me to ask if I'd heard it. I told her to throw down a pair of pants and shoes for me. I threw them on, then went out into the yard to look around, and told my girl to lock the door behind me. I checked the shed, under our porch, and behind the hedges. Nothing. Then I saw out garbage cans in the front yard, knocked over, with garbage thrown everywhere. Then a huge gust of wind blew across the yard.
My girl let me back in the house, and I sat down on the couch to relax. The wind picked up outside, and that's when I heard the door shake pretty hard. I went and checked it, then I went out and closed the door to the sunroom. Once I did that, the kitchen door stopped shaking. So it was the wind that knocked the door open. It must have happened while we were sleeping. Talk about having the crap scared out of you.
I'm heading to Home Depot tomorrow, to get a deadbolt set for the kitchen door. If the wind can push open a locked door, then someone's foot can do it. This is the first time that's happened, and we've lived in this house for about a year now. All this time, we were living with an unsecure door. It's a safe neighborhood, but still, that's unacceptable.