Ok here is my story...
When I was in the 6th grade I woke up & saw a guy (he looked to be a teenager) in my room. He was crouching down like he did not want me to see him. I sat up in bed & he stood up & walked out of my room. I followed him into the hall. As he started down the stairs, he turned to look at me & I asked, "Who are you?". Then he kept going. I was not scared because in my 11 year old mind I was thinking, "This must be some relative that's staying with us that mom & dad forgot to tell me about." Really, that's what I was thinking.
I watched him go down the stairs & into the living room. Then I went across the hall into my parents room. I woke them up & said, "Mom, dad...I saw a guy in my room". My mom proceeded to tell me that I'd been dreaming. THEN, we all heard the screen door & front door shut. She started yelling at my father, "She really did see someone!" My father grabbed some club/nightstick he used to have & ran downstairs.
The police came & got all the fingerprints they could. They found a window open in the kitchen. They never told us that they caught the guy but my mom always thought they did but did not want to tell us because it was a minor. They could tell that because of my description & that he had small handprints. The next day or two, I got called into the principal's office to look thru yearbooks to see if I could identify the intruder.
Word got around the neighborhood & a week or two after this happened a mom who lived a block away called my mom to hear the whole story. She said that not too long before, one night her daughter had woken up screaming that she'd seen someone in her room. Her parents told her she'd been dreaming. Well, this mom said that after hearing our story, she realized her daughter hadn't been dreaming.
It still creeps me out to think about it.