when I was young we just moved into a condemned house. We worked on it and remodeled it for a year or so. I just moved into my new bedroom. I woke up around midnight to voices. I thought my brothers were messing with me, but the voices were coming from outside of my old 8 pane window, not the hallway. I didn’t have curtains, but couldn’t see my window. I slowly got up and looked. I will never forget that. Three were 8 faces looking in my window, all old and horrible, and all watching me and talking about and to me. I was so scared I could not move. I finally crawled behind my bed, but they were still there. I could hear them all night. I was not dreaming, because when the sun came up, I was still awake, then got dressed and went to school. This happenned almost every night for about six weeks. I mowed lawns to make money, then had my dad buy a window with it and put it in. He wanted to save the old window for a greenhouse, but that night I went out back and broke all of the panes out. Never saw the faces again. I have not seen any others, but that was enough. My parents and brothers used to wonder why they would find me hiding behind my bed early in the morning. Yeeuck. I hated that.