Not Locked
John’s eyes swept across the backyard as he rounded the back of the house. It looked overgrown and messy, but he didn’t think that was odd. After all, he hadn’t been there in a while, so it was bound to be a little unruly. He turned back to the house and reached for the doorknob at the same time as his hand went to his pocket to retrieve his keys. To his surprise, the knob easily turned before he could even use them, and John knew his bad feeling had been correct. Why was his door unlocked?