It was a big house. An old one, with faded paint & sagging steps. But that didn't make it scary. Big old houses can be quite cheery. What made it scary were the windows. Like eyes, they followed you as you walked past. They stared you down as you stood on the sidewalk. You couldn't sneak up on the place either. Windows on all sides.
The back yard was the worst. Those windows had malice flashing in them. Just daring you to get a little closer & come up on the porch.
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