One of my deepest fears as a child and still to this day, is having a face staring back at me through the dark or in a window.
Perhaps this is because of my distant memory as a child of those glowing orange-green eyes staring at me from my closet as I lay in bed, trying not to move a muscle or make a sound.
They would just remain open, gazing through the dark, directly at me. Unblinking, those human and also so unhuman like eyes.
They always were so high off the ground that I knew something must have been standing tall, taller than me. Something that could easily tear me from the face of this earth, but it didn't.
It would just..... Stare.