i was in my bedroom, doing laundry. my basket of clothes was on my bed and i was folding clothes. my bedroom door normally stays closed but i was cleaning that day and moving in an out often so it was open, i was standing at an angle, slightly facing my bed and slightly facing the door, which otherwise would have been out of view. i can see the door in my peripheral. i go to pick up another item i was folding, as i go to stand up (at the time my bed was low to the ground, i was replacing my bed frame so my bed was simply a mattress on the floor, so i had to bend down to reach the basket) i see a figure in my doorway. my heart rate spiked and i knew it wasn’t just the trick of the light, it was a dark figure that had disappeared. i went about my laundry as normal, nothing else had happened. i’ve got a feeling this figure was my grandpa. my mom had said before my grandpa was the type to do that… to haunt me. he died before i was born but were oddly similar. once before this encounter i heard a thump against my window. it was night time, i’m on the second floor and it couldn’t have been a bird. the blinds were closed. i don’t know what made the noise.