A face in the window is one of the quintessential fears. To have a pair of eyes—especially a malicious pair—looking into your home, the place where you’re supposed to be safe, triggers some of the deepest, most primal reactions humans can have. You’d think anything would be better than having an evil face staring at you through your bedroom window. But then you get used to it. Night after night, day after day, it’s there. You go outside to look but there’s nothing; it can only be seen from the inside. It never says anything, never moves. And that has changed my opinion on faces in the window. Because now I’ve come to realize that, far from wanting the face to disappear, I think I would fear nothing more than to look out my window one evening and see that it’s gone.