I'm living in the house my grandpa died in

I've lived here for 9 months. Last night my boyfriend had a friend stay over and he said he was leaving early for work. I woke up and stuck my head out of my bedroom door because I didn't have pants on and didn't want to put them on unless I had to.

I had just bled through an overnight pad and had blood everywhere so yeah, uh.

Anyways, I don't see his friend.

I see an older man with no shirt standing half way in the door way in my sos gaming room. Aka, my grandpas old bedroom. He looks like he's looking at what my so had on his dresser. Then he moved more into the door way and I saw more of him. I recognized him because.. I look like him and so does my mom. So I shut my door like "wtf" and think for a minute like..no idea.

Then I open my door again and it's gone. I walk out and walk to the game room and nobody is in there.

This was a calm and silent thing.. like there was no sound in the house at all. And for some reason it didn't scare me at all.

Well I remember him before he died and being dead suits him because he was wheelchair bound and really really sick. It was nice to see him standing tall like that as weird as that sounds. Idk what i saw today but i saw it so.