When I was in kindergarten, we lived on the bottom level of an apartment building. All our windows were at ground level, so we were pretty much halfway under ground. For some reason, the window in my room scared me. It wasn't because I was afraid of who was outside, but because I thought it was evil and I was going to get sucked up into a black hole if I looked at it too long. So one day I went into my room and saw the window. I closed my eyes tight, but when I closed them, I could still vividly see the window and everything around it. I thought I had holes in my eyelids.