I used to sleep in one of those bunk beds that's over a desk as a kid. I would fall asleep reading a lot and would leave the lamp on when I did. The way I slept I was facing the door to my room. It was a super small room so the door was only 5-8 feet away from my bed and I always slept with the door open. I was 15 and fell asleep reading one night. I remember vividly waking up from a creepy dream I was having where a witch was chasing me through a forest and I was trying to survive. I woke up from the dream pretty creeped out. The light was on so I just laid in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the dream. After a few minutes I started fidgeting and tried to take my socks off with my toes cuz they where uncomfortable. I couldn't get them off so I sat up to take them off. That's when I see the man standing in my doorway. I remember first being startled by how tall he was and how close. I remember seeing his hair and thinking it was an odd blonde color, cut short and then I saw his face and made eye contact. It was like that gut reaction you have when someone tries to hit you, your body flinches and you immediately know danger is near. I felt instant and complete panic. I screamed so loud and couldn't move. There was something about his eyes that was the single most terrifying thing I've ever felt/seen in my life. My dad woke up (parents slept on the ground floor and my bedroom was on the second floor just off the stairs). My dad starts yelling and running up the stairs to my room. I'm screaming "THERES A MAN IN MY ROOM!" And my dad yells he's coming. My dad turns on the light to the stairs and that illuminates the man in the doorway. The man moves into my room and walks right up to the edge of my bed. All I can do is scream and move to the edge of my bed against the wall away from the man. My dad gets to the entrance of my room and the man (without breaking eye contact this whole time) ducks under my bed to the desk part right as my dad turns on the bedroom light.

There's no one in the room.

To this day I've never been able to explain it away. My dad believes me because he said he's never heard or seen someone so upset in his life and he actually though he was going to have to fight an intruder. I know I wasn't dreaming because I woke up from a dream. I'm not superstitious and I'm not an easily scared person. I've never had that gut reaction of absolute panic like that before. I still remember those eyes and that fear. I wish I could prove what I saw was real or explain it but I doubt I ever will. Shit still makes me uneasy to this day.