This happened when I was 9 years old. My parents and I had moved to this house that summer. The house was an original coal miners house. I guess my parents have lived there when my mother was pregnant with me and they moved when I was 1 1/2 years old.
My room had a closet that had a sliding door on it, but the closet door didn't go all the way to the floor. It was at least two feet from the ground before the door on it started. But that closet door seemed to never shut right. It was always open about an inch or two. My bed sat right across from the closet, so every time I went to bed, I could stare directly at the closet.
One night I woke up for no reason at all that I remember and the closet door was open about six inches to a foot. And there was a woman in the closet staring at me. It freaked me out, so I ended up screaming for my parents and they came running in to see what was the matter. I told them that there was a old woman in my closet staring at me. My dad dismissed it and said I was dreaming but my mom said she would talk to me in the morning about it.
The next morning she asked me what she looked like. I told her it looked like a woman with gray hair, and beady eyes. Then I asked her why she asked. My mom told me that two years before I was born, her and my dad were taking care of my grandmother (my mom's mom). She lost her hair in that house from cancer and then died a year before I was born. My mom told me it was probably her just checking on me.
Now, I think my mom was right about it being my grandmother but I can't sleep with any kind of closet open. I'm half expecting someone to be there.