
A reccurring nightmare from my childhood was that there was someone — a man — living in our attic, spying through the air conditioning vent above my bed. It's easy to trace where that nightmare came from: everywhere.

A reccurring nightmare from my childhood was that there was someone — a man — living in our attic, spying through the air conditioning vent above my bed. It's easy to trace where that nightmare came from: everywhere.