When I was between the ages of five and seven (I can't remember what age specifically) I remember very clear laying between my mom and dad. They had a huge bed which included my younger brother too. My older brother had a bed next to us (small twin size bed) which the head of the bed faced my mom/dad's bed like a 90 degree angle. But for some reason my older brother was sleeping with us that night. We were in a way poor cause we had to share the huge back room in my grandpa's house.
I remember waking up to the door opening, almost swinging open and a man walking pass our bed and towards my brothers bed. Not looking at me. I could see through him and he looked like he was from the old western days? I don't know what era he was from but he had a bowl hat on, long white sleeve shirt with overalls on. His clothes looked dirty. He then laid on his stomach on my older brother's bed with his arms crossed in front of him. He knew I saw him cause when I turned my head to look at him just a feet few away he was looking at me already with an evil smile. I was shocked that I couldn't move or scream. After a minute or so (which felt like a long time) I moved the blankets up to my chin. This seemed to upset him cause he got up and walked out and slammed the door very loudly. My parents didn't even wake up! Neither my brothers too.
I'm 21 now and I can vividly see this guy like it was yesterday. I don't go to my grandpa's house cause I had other experiences but I felt like this man was evil and knew he was scaring me.