I used to live in a small apartment in NW Portland (~100 years old). When I moved in, I noticed small things going missing, but nothing that worried me. One night I woke up and I couldn’t move, and felt terror in my chest like it had never felt before. There was a face in front of me that was not quite human but was not something that wasn’t human. It said “You’re not dreaming” and then everything went black. I woke up with scratches all over my body. It never happened again. I lived on the third (top) floor of my building and lived alone. No signs of a break-in, and I knew that it was not a real person in my apartment – at least not a living one.