A Creepy Encounter In Kansas City KS

Back in 2003 my father was in the process of selling my grandfather's house in Kansas City KS. Now, this place - the childhood home of my dad - had a backstory that read like something out of a horror film. Old house, once owned by casket makers and located within spitting distance of notoriously haunted Wyandotte High School. Despite all of this however, the house didn't really have a history of paranormal activity. Sure, there had always been a strange vibe to the place, but that had been about the extent of it up until the time of this story.

Eventually my dad was able to find a buyer for the home and as such thought he was finally done with the property. The house, however, felt differently. No sooner had we arrived home from Thanksgiving dinner when my dad received a strange call from the new owners. Apparently, they'd been locked out. Not in the absentminded way that one accidentally leaves their keys somewhere else. No, it seemed that the dead bolt had been set, something that could only be done from inside the house. Intrigued, my dad offered to go investigate and, equally curious, I offered to tag along. 

The house.

So, there we were, standing on the porch of an empty, possibly haunted house after sundown. We try the front door thinking maybe there's just something wrong with the new owners' keys, but as my dad tries his own key it breaks, leaving half of it stuck in the keyhole. The house just wasn't going to make it easy for us. Knowing that we needed to get inside to further our investigation, we started to look around for another way in. We tried the back door, but it too had been latched. My dad also toyed with the idea of pushing open and lowering me through one of the basement windows, but they weren't designed to open that wide. It was at this point that we turned to our next best bet: tools. With a little help from a screwdriver, we were able to take the back door off its hinges and finally get inside.

Once in, we made for the front door and sure enough, the deadbolt was locked. But as weird as it all was, there was still the matter of the broken key to tend to. My dad instructed me to wait inside and catch the severed key as he pushed it out, which in essence left me stuck alone in the living room. It was an unnerving moment, looking out over the room and wondering if something unseen was looking back at me. Luckily it didn't take my dad too long to remedy the key situation and as soon as he did, we hightailed it out of there. Let me tell you, it's been over 22 years since this happened, and we're still weirded out. My dad and I just can't figure out how both those doors could be latched without someone there in the house to do the latching. Since both lock mechanisms could only be accessed from inside, the only way for a human to achieve what we encountered would be to latch the back door, dead bolt the front and then exit through a window, which seems an unlikely scenario. Looking at things from a supernatural perspective, my best theory was that the house had a kind of sentients and wasn't ready to accept new owners (I mean, it had been with our family for many decades).

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