Haunted Farm House.. Don't Read Before Bed.

When I was a child, my grandmother's old farmhouse had a room no one ever used. It was at the end of a long hallway, always cold no matter the season. One night, when I was about eight, I woke up to the sound of a creaking door. I tiptoed out of bed and saw that the door to that room was ajar, light spilling out from underneath. Curious, I approached, and as I reached out to push the door open, it suddenly slammed shut with a force that shook the walls. My grandmother rushed to my side, her face pale. "We don't go in there," she whispered, pulling me away. "That room belongs to your grandfather." The thing is, my grandfather had died in that room twenty years before I was born….