Growing up I sometimes felt a presence in my room when I was alone. I was about 13 when I saw her through the sliding glass door to my parent's kitchen.It was a woman in her early 40s and i saw her clearly but when I got inside she was gone. When I was 17 my parents told me that the wife of the man who sold us the house had killed herself in the garage. I looked up her obituary and it was the lady I had seen in the kitchen 5 years earlier. As far as I know she never appeared to my parents or my sister. It was very strange.