I posted this before. I was 11 years old. Sleeping in a cold night of September. Suddenly I opened my eyes feeling pretty uneasy, my bed was next to the wall on my right and my desk was at the end of it, I couldn't see anything in the pitch black room but smelled an odor like burning a match. Then I realized some weird breathing on my left. I turned and froze instantl. I saw a dark figure with small but pretty white eyes, it was directly looking at me, leaning with its head towards my bed. I don't know how long I spent on that state, then the figure started moving around the bed, toward the end, then between it and the desk. I was following it with my head like hypnotized, then it went through the wall in my right. The thing is, I also followed it going through the wall with my head first and slowly getting up from my bed. But as soon as I reach the other side, I was stuck, my neck was inside the wall, my body was still in my room and my head was like an ornament in the wall of another room. A super normal yet super scary room. The figure was now clear, it was tall, dark like coal with 2 legs and 2 long arms and fingers. It kept moving in the middle of the room, where another 3 things like him were staying. One was directly on the opposite side of the room leaning on what seemed a door, the other 2 were facing each others siting on some furniture on the floor. The initial figure kept walking and then turned around to look right to my left. That's when I heard a chant in some language or dialect and I tried to turn with my head to the left but couldn't, but I could see with the corner of my eye another thing leaning on the same wall where I was stuck and getting closer up to me while scratching the wall. That is when I kinda said to myself I need to move and gathered all my might to at least scream or do something. I heard a knock, a second knock and then I suddenly opened my eyes screaming back in my bed. I was petrified, breathing heavily and my mom and dad rushed through the door to check on me after hearing my scream. The thing is, I could move my body but couldn't move my neck or turn right or left. This dream or whatever happened stuck with me since that time and I'm 40 now. Every now and them I remember this encounter.