The old Dunham house

[Mgui35]

When I was 13 years old I had quite a sense of adventure. There was an old house at the end of the road I lived on in which an old man by the name of Sam Dunham had lived. He had passed away several years before the incident which I am about to share. I collected coins at that time and it was my hope to find some old coins hidden within the house which had been abandoned for decades. I did not believe in ghost or the supernatural at that time but after the events of that day my beliefs were to be changed forever. So it was that on a hot Summer day in Louisiana a 13 year old kid rode his bicycle down the shell road to the old abandoned Dunham house to see what interesting things could be acquired.
I parked my bicycle on the porch being carefull to put it on the part of the porch that wasn't rotted. I then looked at the door which was hanging by a hinge and put my hand on the doorknob and pulled the door wider to allow me access into the house. The front door opened into the kitchen and it was pretty much all ransacked out. I browsed around in there for a few minutes and decided to check out the living room. A short hallway led to a door which I knew led to the living room due to the fact that I had looked through an open window on that side of the house. There was a few pieces of rotten furniture in there that i had hoped to look through and maybe find an old coin or two.
When I opened the creaky old door and took a few steps into the room I heard the door behind me close sharply. I was rooted to the spot. Something in my young brain told me that something was not right. The short hairs on the back of my neck stood up and the air in the room suddenly got very cold. My course of action at that point was going to be to head out one of the windows that was open on the back wall but the windows suddenly slammed shut all at the same time. I saw a black cat on a chair that was in the room which leaped at my face. I threw up my hands and expected an impact but the cat was not there or anywhere to be seen when I opened my eyes. The fear I felt at this point was almost palpable. I jumped to the door and pushed it open and ran to the kitchen door only to see it closed. This should not have been possible because one of the hinges had been broken. I turned the doorknob and pushed and prayed. It opened and I ran out onto the porch. I stepped through the rotten porch on the way to my bike. I had one leg through the porch looking at my bike on its kickstand four feet from me. The bike rolled a few inches and fell over. There was no wind that day and nothing should have made that bike move. I pulled my leg out and ran all the way home. I paid a friend to get my bike for me as I was not about to go back near that place. Im forty one years old now and can remember the events of that day like it was yesterday. The house was torn down a few years after the incident took place. It was an event that I will always remember and one that I wish I could forget.