Closet

2 a.m, Monday morning.
I'm awakened by my little girl crying for mama.
I hold her close, she was trembling.
I ask her what was wrong, she tells me there's a woman in the closet.  
Concern grew deep within me.
My little girl hated scary things.  
She wouldn't even look at posters in the movie theater.  
I follow her into her room facing the closet where a woman supposedly stood.  
I ask my little girl if she is still in the closet.
She says yes.
She then begs me to make her go away.
I stare into the empty closet stern.  
"Go away. Leave her alone."
Silence.
My little girl says she is gone and crawls back into bed.
I ask her if she's still afraid, but she doesn't respond.
She fell straight to sleep.  
I shut the door slowly feeling uneasy.  
My little girl saw something unexplainable.  
Something only she can see.
It wasn't imaginary.
It was real.  
How can it be?
Laying in bed only filled me with questions.
If there were spirits in this house, what else could she see?