Our trailer had a bay window attached to the end bedroom and my mom tells me that I used to run through the house, get to the window, and scream down the road to Mamaw and Papaw.
I remember looking through the window when my bedroom was in the back.
I remember seeing a man standing in the gravels, staring at me, with a paper bag over his head. There were two holes cut out for his eyes.
I still have bad dreams.