The Woman Hiding Behind My Door

      We stay at my grandmother's house for one one month. The ambiance was girded by the lofty greeneries. The house is like a human without a soul, a rainbow without a color, surrounded by the grief. My room is on the second floor and I feel anytime I fall, every step I take I hear the creaking floor and the white soil was glued on my sole. The light is always off, inclosed the loneliness and silence. We're here to feel how to be a barbarous people, but there's one thing who beset me.
      A few days that we have been living here I started to feel like someone is watching me, especially when I am dressed or undressed in lightness and darkness that this thing is glaring at me and I could feel the angry vibes towards me. The light is off, I am in bed the dog stand in front of the door and start growling and his back hair is standing, this goes on for some time until I look straight at the door where he is barking and demand whatever is at the door to go away, then the dog stop growling and lay down and sleep. That night I've to start boggled and doubt what is the thing behind my door's room.
      Then, morrow's, I told my mother about what happened last night. "Oh dear doesn't mind it, even Lucas our dog was adjusting in our new home, don't worry Denzel its just only one month ok." I began having trouble sleeping after that conversation. She's like a bodyguard and a baby sitter, she's always on my side and I really don't know what the reason why and she's hiding at the back of my door's room. My parent would say it was just my imagination. So I had a few friends sleepover and they noticed it too, they actually made me shut my door. This goes on for some time, but the worse is still to come.
      One night about midnight something woke me and as l looked over the door I saw the scariest face and only a face coming towards me, the next moment I could feel something is pressing down on me and hold me down o  the bed I could not breathe for that matter, I feel I'm on ice chest anything can be stiff, I didn't know how long I was frozen in that matter but all I could think of was to pray to God and I was thinking God please help me and the next moment I was released and I could move. Lucas runs just like a speeding train out of my room when this happened Lucas didn't  want to come back again. Ok, Denzel, I decided to call a "medium" to answered your question "What is the thing hiding behind your door!", thanks, mom.
      So my mom decided to call a "medium", she started to inspect in our house at first she doesn't sense anything unusual. But when she past out on my room and she said there's is something behind that door, it is my room I said, she started to figure out what is in there and she suddenly said her name is Linda, she's a lost ghost, her only child died and she  decided to hanged because longed for her child and depression. She wants to feel again how it is to be loved by a child that's why she bothering you. From them on I realized not all ghost are violent, some have their reason why they can't leave this world.