I heard footsteps on the stairs. I thought it might be the cat but then I realized that there is no way, because he was already in the room. I opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the darkness. As I'm looking, I realize that there is a man at the foot of our bed!!!
I think, there is no way, so I blink a few more times and really look.
He is a white male, blonde and scruffy with straggly facial hair. He is wearing a gray and white striped beanie, a white zip-up hoodie, jeans, and work boots. He's got his hands in his pockets and was swaying back and forth. Almost like he'd had too much to drink.
I reach out for my boyfriend and whisper, "There is someone in the house." The figure lifts his head up and starts to look around a little. I feel fear rising in me and start scrambling to sit up while my boyfriend reaches for the pistol in the nightstand.
I scream out, with terror in my voice, "Get out of our house!!!" I lean over and flip on the light....
There is no one at the foot of our bed. We looked all over the house. All the doors were locked.
That is the scariest thing I've ever seen. I now 100% believe in ghosts.
*EDIT: This was a quick sketch I did after I woke up of the man's face.