So I was in my twenties and living with my Grandmother, I had my own room in the back of the house and it had been at least ten years since my experience with the thing in the doorway. I didn't think about it all too often however I could never forget it. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning with a squeaking sound coming from the bedroom door. I was propped up on my left elbow and noted that it was after three am.
As I watched the bedroom door I saw it begin to slowly open, my mind started to think of a rational explanation wondering why Grandma was coming into my room at this hour, however what entered my room wasn't my Grandmother, it was indeed an old women though, an old woman of short stature, haunched over wearing what appeared to be a black shawl over a tattered outdated dress.
She had long greyish hair that partially fell in front of her face and she moved very slowly toward my bed and stopped about six feet from me. Her head began to move violently, this reminded me of the movie Jacobs Ladder with the violent head movements. This scared the hell out of me and I screamed, however no sound could come out of me. This was the same thing that happened to me the first time where I couldn't get a sound to come out, just a garbled low kind of moan. My heart again was pounding so hard that I was concerned about it.
I watched this woman slowly dissipate before my eyes and as I stared, I saw that the room to the bedroom was now closed. I stayed propped up on my left side watching the door with my heart pounding for a while and eventually laid back down. I remained awake for the remainder of the morning unable to sleep, and this began a fight with insomnia that I still contend with today.