This happened in our old rented house when I was a child—around 4 or 5 years old, I think. It happened a long time ago, but I still remember almost everything that occurred.
The house we rented was only good for 1–3 people. The kitchen and living room were combined, and the bedroom and the bathroom were outside the house, near the window if I remember correctly.
When you first see the house, there's a small bamboo gate, and a chain is used to close it. If it's temporary, it's just tied, but if permanent, it's padlocked. Once you enter, you walk a little because there's a small footpath, and the house is built in a reversed style—it's not facing forward.
There's a door on your right; inside is the kitchen/living room, small, just enough for us. On the left is the door to our bedroom. There are two steps because the cement floor is a bit raised. Inside, the bed is positioned backward, not facing the door, instead facing the wall. When we sleep, to face each other, our heads are toward the door, so the position is reversed. Only three of us live in the house: me, my mom, and my dad.
That night, the surroundings were quiet. I remember I was lying on the side, my feet facing the door, about 4–5 meters away. Mom was in the middle, between me and Dad. I heard a sound like someone dragging a chain—it was coming from our gate. It sounded like the chain on our gate was being pulled. I got nervous; I didn't know why, but I felt that whoever—or whatever—it was, it wasn't human. I tapped Mom; I was so scared that I clung to her, practically pressing my whole body against hers.
But no matter how much I tapped or shook her, she didn't wake up. I didn't want to speak even softly because I was afraid whoever was at the gate might hear. Then I heard the sound of our kitchen door opening—it was subtle, careful. I froze because it was so close. But I froze even more when our bedroom door opened, and there stood a very black man, grinning at me.
What I didn't expect was that he came toward me. By the way, we were under a mosquito net at the time. He opened the net and entered inside with me. He seemed to kneel at my feet. Thankfully, I didn't feel him touch me, but still… who wouldn't be terrified with someone kneeling at your feet, grinning? I vaguely remember his features—almost everything about him was black, even his eyes, I think. I'm not sure, but his teeth were black, and his skin was unusual—disgusting somehow, unexplainable. It didn't feel like human skin.
He had no hair, and what was confusing was the shape of his head—it wasn't round. It seemed flat or weird, just not circular. I don't remember exactly how tall he was, but he was tall.
The next morning, I just woke up. I don't know how I fell asleep like that, but I know it wasn't a dream because I clearly saw him open the mosquito net. I didn't check about the gate—whether it was open or not.
This is not imagination or made up. It's up to you whether you believe it or not.