A childhood belief about monsters

When I was younger, I used to believe that a evil man would come in our back door at night and run around the house checking the rooms to see if anyone was there. So I always listened for my parents to go to bed (because the man would only come in if no one was up, obviously) and then I would hide under my covers and pillows completely, except for a little breathing hole, so that when the evil man looked in the room he would think that it was empty and leave. I was always terrified that one day I was going to wake up too early and that he was going to be looking in the room, and then he would laugh in a high-pitched voice (I was sure he had a high-pitched voice somehow), stuff me in a sack, and then take me through the woods to the funeral home that we live near. I always thought that was where dead people came from - they forgot to hide under the covers when the evil man came into their house!