Off the top of my head I would have to recall a scene from my childhood. Halloween. I am the youngest of four boys and we lived out in the country. Parents were gone that night and we were running around outside. The sun sank quickly and I found myself locked outside. I tried the back door- no luck. The front- more of the same. Something to my left drew my attention to the corner of the house. There, just above the bushes, was a face peering at me from around the corner- just a face- a witches face, green with an elongated nose and hairy mole on its side, an angry, hateful expression, mouth curled in an evil snarl. I was frozen in my tracks, standing their like a deer in headlights on the front stoop. The face never moved, never wavered, just leered at me as if sizing me up, trying to illicit the most fear it could. Of course it was just my oldest brother scaring me, wearing a Halloween mask...but I have to say, the image has stayed with me.
Once when I lived in Louisiana, we thought there was a raccoon messing with my nephews toys outside. I went out and fired a bb gun at the ground to spook them. I told my mother to shin a flash light to see if it was gone and suddenly we were looking at probably two dozen sets of eyes reflecting the light back. We decided the small raccoon army of night could have the toys. Oddly they didn't take any