The Eye in the Knothole

There is a terrifying memory that I have from my early childhood. We were living in Gerritsen Beach Barack houses. These were wooden structures with a long row of apartments two stories high fronted by a walkway (porch like) with a guard rail with the stairs on the outside at eith end of this porch like walkway. I was probably about six years old and allowed to roar a little freely in the front yard and backyard. I remember there was a small wooden shed separate from the main buildings. Probably was a tool shed very small. It had one wooden plank that had a knothole. The knothole was at a height that I could look into it. I was curious about what was inside the shed. I put my eye to the knothole and peered in. I got the shock of my life as there was an eye (greenish) looking back at me! I jumped away terrified. I never told anyone and I never forgot that experience!