I like that everyone's getting all autobiographical with this one. Seems like we were all properly paranoid as kiddos.
My family's living room had a couch with large window at it's back facing our backyard. I'd stay up and watch TV and always feel eyes at my back. At first it was crocodiles looking in my window, then simply intruders, then just the idea of something menacing watching.
The bifocals are completely historically accurate.
Ugh, my uncle's house in Virginia is just like that. Basically a wall of windows in his living room. You just stare into the darkness and wonder whats staring back at you.
ReplyDeleteI was also going to say I've lived briefly in a house that had a similar set up. Suburban neighborhood. Dead silent at night. Couldn't help but peek back at the cold blackness behind me. Deeply unsettling but wonderful in a way.
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