creepiness. i was thirteen or fourteen and an older man stared into my house at me. i tried to hide from him but he continually found ways to see me. i tried to tell people about him, but no one would listen to me. i threatened to call the police but when i did, they didn't care either. it was the worst. it brought back my fear of windows which i had forgotten about since we have lived on the second floor for a while. but i honestly can't think of many things that are more frieghtening than being watched from outside a window.