I had a golf club in my hand, and I was terrified.

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A few days ago I was sitting in the den with another family member. They were watching television while I played a game that I sometimes play. We were two of three people in the house, with one having just left. All of a sudden we hear a crashing sound as if a door was slammed. At first we assume that the crashing sound came from the relative who just left, and that he was angry. However, when we looked outside, it was evident he had been gone for a few minutes more than we had assumed. That is when I mentioned it could have been the other relative having fallen. I bolted toward the door that we heard slam, and found that it was wide open. Without thinking I ran down the hall to check on the relative, and she was sitting up in bed, having heard the crash as well. The hallway isn't very long and so it was no time before I was standing in front of the main door to the house where my other relative stood inspecting the door. That is when I took up a golf club resting nearby and began to search the house. In hindsight I should have gotten one with a fatter head, I guess the one I got was a putter, it's head skinny and somewhat flat. Down the hallway I went again, looking first in the bedroom to the right, and then across the hall into the bathroom. I walked toward my own bedroom door, but stopped short and peered into the open door on the right, and again across the hall to the left. I slammed my own door open, knowing the best possible hiding place in my room is behind the door. A quick check showed no one inside, and so I moved on down the hall again. I realize now that it probably would have been a good idea to atleast glance toward the living room as I walked by it, but my mind was set on going toward the add on bedroom turned computer room. Luckily enough for me, there was no one in either room. We had gone through the kitchen to get to the front door, and so that meant the house had been thoroughly searched. The door had slammed open because a gust of wind had knocked the screen door back toward the thresh and in doing so, creating a force that opened the main door. The main door is never fully shut. A habit of the relative who had just left, and one I could not break from them if I tried. Still, my heart had been racing, even as in the back of my mind, I knew there was very little likelihood of someone else being in the house. We have suspected an intruder in our house before, though it's been years since the incident. The only proof we had then was an open door, this time a different one, but nothing appeared to have been stolen.