The monster in the night

After my uncle died and my grandmother went into a nursing home my parents made a bedroom for my brother downstairs.  Before that my family lived on the second floor of the house which consisted of a kitchen, my parents bedroom and a living room.  My brother and I slept in bunk beds up against the wall in the Living room.  After that the downstairs was made into my brother's room, a sort of sitting room and a utility room.  I was still sleeping in the living room upstairs.  The only television we had was in that room.  One weekend my brother wanted to watch a program that came on very early in the morning on a Saturday.  He didn't want me bugging him and I didn't want to wake up that early to watch a program about the air force.  So I was going to sleep in his room for that one night.  I was excited about it because not only did my brother have a big bed but I had never been alone downstairs before.  It was like a camping trip.  This room has two entrances.  One has sliding doors that lead in to sitting room.  The other had two doors on hinges that lead in to hallway and the outside entrance into the house.  I had the sliding doors closed and the other doors open.  You could see out into the hallway when you were sitting or laying on the bed.  I ate a snack, listened to some records ( my brother had the better record player) read comic books and went to sleep.  At some time in the morning, 2 or 3 o'clock, something woke me up.  The room was totally dark.  Nothing like I had ever seen before.  In the room I slept in there was a street light right outside the window and the room was never dark.  This room was further in the house and blocked by a wall.  There was noises in the hallway or rather in the porch leading into the hallway.  There is a very heavy wooden and glass door between the hallway and the porch.  There is no way to open this door without making a lot of noise.  The noise, which sounded like something shuffling, moved from the porch into the hallway without opening that door.  We had no pets in the House e at the time.  I looked toward the open doors and didn't see anything.  It was so dark that I don't think I could have seen anything.  I could hear the noise but it didn't really sound like anything I recognized.  Not exactly like footsteps but sort of.  Whatever it was stopped just outside the doors to the room I was in.  While I watched the doors it seemed like there was a darker mass against the dark of the hallway.  Then I saw it.  Sort of a face with red glowing eyes.  It was taller then my father by maybe half a foot or so.  I stared at for several seconds confused.  Then the red glowing eyes focused on me and suddenly I was very scared.  This was something I can't explain.  Even all these years later as an adult I can't explain what I saw.  i wanted to scream but nothing would come out.  I heard a growl, low and deep and the eyes moved closer to the doors.  At that moment something else passed me through the closed folding doors by the bed.  I felt it more the saw it.  It blocked the eyes by the other doors.  I could still see them but they stopped coming toward me.  finally they seemed to just fade away.  That was when i started crying. Loudly and my mother came running down the stairs.  She shivered when she passed through the door and commented that the room was cold.  I tried to explain about the eyes but Mom thought it was just a dream and told me to go back to sleep.  I spent the rest of the night huddled under the covers staring at the doors but I never saw it again.  As far as I know no one else ever saw it either but my brother did complain about the room being cold sometimes.