This is the beginning of my fear of open windows . I was around seven or eight at the time and my mom and I had been making chocolate cookies one night . So , of course , me being the child I am I have chocolate all over my face . Mom tells me to wash up and I oblige . I do my business in the bathroom and go to wash my hands . In this particular bathroom there was a frosted , thank god , window on the wall to the left of the mirror . I ' m washing away and am making sure there ' s nothing on my face when I feel my neck prickling . I slowly turn my head and right there in the window is a blurry face with brown hair . I still , to this day , can picture it clearly . I scream blood murder , start bawling , and the face disappears . My dad runs outside with a gun and sure enough on the box we used to hold the water hose , right below the window , there are muddy footprints . We never did find out who did it . But , cue my fear of uncovered windows . Lol a few months later my dad tapped on my window in the middle of the day and I sobbed for half an hour . that never happened again . TLDR peeping Tom at a young age