First I saw it. It was a Saturday morning when I was like 9 or 10 years old. I was watching Saturday morning cartoons and went into my Mom’s room; he was standing there as real as a living person,about 6 feet tall and was black as pitch. I could not make out any facial features but he was looking straight at me. I couldn’t speak or move for a few min then just walked out and into my sleeping grandmother’s room. I walked back in like 30 min later after praying and it was gone. A few nights later I had a dream about it in which it was all black but I could still see him because somehow he was even darker than the surrounding darkness (If you can even picture that). And in the dream I was fully aware that I was just frozen and looking at him for like 7 hours.