I am 23 now, this occurred when I was 16. I lived at my parents house, about 12 miles or so from where I live now. From the time I was a child until now, I always read myself to sleep. This night was no exception. I had been reading by lava lamp (since its a dim light that makes it easy to fall asleep). When I was reading, the TV was on in the living room, and lights were on around 11: 00 pm. I fell asleep, as usual, with a book and my lamp still on. Now, at this time my bedroom door was broken and a brick was in front of it so that if someone walked by it wouldn't blow open. This is important.
What must have been a few hours later, I was woken up to the sound of my door opening. The brick made a swooshing noise across the carpet. I opened my eyes just enough to see who was there and at first, seeing as how I was totally asleep, I couldn't understand who I was staring at. However, there was a dark figure in my doorway. I noticed that the house was completely dark and quiet, so my entire family must have gone to bed. As well, it must have been very late because my parents wouldn't turn off the TV and go to bed until after waking up very late and realizing they should go up to bed.
Remember, my lava lamp was on because I had fallen asleep with it on and my book was on my lap. However, the figure was completely black. My lava lamp illuminated my entire room and if standing in the doorway, the front of the person should have been completely visible. Also, behind the person in the ceiling is a skylight, so the back was lit up as well. The figure was still totally black, blacker than anything else in the house.
He was huge. It was a standard size doorway but he reached up the full height and filled the entire frame. Much larger than my father or brother. His hand was on the doorknob and he was breathing very hard as though he was very angry or totally out of breath. I could hear him breathing, and he appeared to be staring at me.
Now, I know I wasn't asleep. I had come full awake at this time and though I wasn't at all paralyzed, I didn't move. I am aware of my consciousness because my arm was off the side of the bed and cold from the air from being there probably since I fell asleep. I was also doing a trick so that I could see without anyone realizing I am awake (a way of looking out your lashes, it was engrained in me since I have an older brother who used to sneak in my room and take things when I was asleep...)
For some reason I wasn't scared at all, just completely calm as if there was no reason to feel anything about him. I fell back asleep with him still standing there, breathing hard, and didn't wake up again until morning.
When I woke up I instantly thought about him - now this couldn't have been a dream because on average people have 6 - 8 dreams a night, if this were very late and I woke up when it was light out, I would have had another dream about forgotten about that one by time I woke up.
Now, the scary part that really cemented the fact that it was not a dream, was that when I got out of bed to go into the rest of the house my door was closed, but the brick was pushed back as though the door was opened, and then closed again.
My parents mentioned nothing of a door being unlocked, or a window open, and if someone like that had broken into the house, and come into my room, they would have never simply looked at me and left...
Anyway, it's not the only experience at my house. All my childhood I heard a voice with no gender call myself or my mother. My mother has seen and felt my uncle that died when I was a child, etc... But this was the only time I looked straight at any type of ghost or spirit in the house.
Thanks for reading.