Face at the Window
4203 11th Avenue NE, Seattle
It was too early to go to bed, so we decided to take a little stroll in the neighborhood around the hotel. The glittering glass in the street, reflecting from broken car windows (there were several within a three-block radius) gave the scene an incongruous sense of gaiety. As we strolled along I couldn't help but feel that we were being watched.
I was not mistaken.
There was a woman's head staring out an open window in a bungalow on the corner. Expressionless, unblinking, but not without some motion. Her eyes moved as they followed our progress, as if she was a painting in a creepy mansion in an old horror movie. For a split second I was mesmerized. What was that advice they would always give in those films, when dealing with a potential psychotic killer?
DON'T LOOK INTO THEIR EYES!
Finally, I managed to avert my eyes; fortunately she didn't come tearing out of the house brandishing a butcher knife at us.