A man opened my dorm room door and came in. (Trigger Warning: Rape)

Throw away account here, but this happened to me in 2012 and I still can't shake it. I was a college freshman girl in my first semester. I lived in one of the dorms with a roommate, and in order to get into the dorm, you had to swipe your student ID card. Once you did that, there was a corridor with about 8-9 doors I assume were students. The door entrance to the corridor had a large metal fire escape door, so it made a very loud noise when it opened.<br><br>It was late and my roommate and I were asleep. I woke up to the sound that the entrance door made, and I assumed it was some students coming in and didn't think much of it. I went back to sleep. I woke up again to the sound of someone jiggling my door knob and opening my door. The first thing I noticed was that my door wasn't locked, because my roommate never locked it, even though I pleaded with her to. <br><br>A man postured himself in my doorway and said "are you alone?". He was a tall and skinny man, and I couldn't see his features too much, but I remember his voice was like butter and extremely postured. I assumed that it was probably a prank by one of my roommates friends, so I said "yes". He stepped inside my room and shut the door. He I assume turned the lock because I heard a clicking sound. I couldn't see much of him, just his outline, and I couldn't see his face from the darkness. I knew something was wrong when he postured himself right next to my bed with his upper body on it, and his lower body on the floor. I couldn't see his face because we didn't have the lights on, but I felt warm breath on my face. He asked "do you want to hang out?" and I said "no". <br><br>He leaned into my bed even more and his hands were on my blankets and it creeped me the hell out. I asked if he could turn on the lights, and he was hesitant but did so. As soon as I saw his face, I knew I didn't know this postured man. He was so skinny, but tall, and his eyes were so beady. It just sent so many alarms in my body. I told him "you can't be in here, get out". He leaned in further and his hands were closer to my waist. My roommate was asleep, but she told me the next day that she remembers me saying "get out" in a loud fashion. The man was I guess startled by my loud voice and opened the door and left. I slammed the door shut and called my mom and told her what happened. <br><br>My mom called the cops for me, and I stood by the door, shaking. The cops took my statement and walked around the building to see if they could find anyone suspicious. They never found anyone, and never had any leads on it. I filed a report and never heard anything from it. <br><br>Still to this day, I can't stop thinking about it. I couldn't sleep in that dorm for weeks. Even when I got a new roommate that was willing to lock the door, I couldn't shake the feeling. It's been 7 years and I still can't stop thinking about it. I put pepper spray in my purse and carry it around with me everywhere. I just can't stop the feeling that I could have been hurt if he got a good grip on me. I'm a shadow of the person I was before that happened.<br><br>Edit: Thank you so much for the kind words and support. I was feeling a bit uneasy about posting this on here, and the kindness and words of post trauma advice really made me feel better. I just needed a bit of venting. I'll probably delete this post in a day or two.