Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24694044-20140321201817/@comment-24101790-20140506121205

Kinda long story. During the Peace Corps when I was in Nicaragua, I was reading in my hammock, (Which I had hung in my room.) when I saw someone looking at me through the slats in my wall. (Take note that my house was basically dirt floor and bricks up to your waist and then wooden boards nailed up which left one or two inches of empty space in between each board.

I ignored it since they didn't knock, until I finished a couple of pages in my story ("A Boy and His Dog" if you were wondering.) and looked back up. They were still watching me, so I went outside and found that they had left.

A few hours later I went to bed and I woke up at around two or three in the morning. I rolled over in my bed and saw that someone was watching me sleep through the wooden slats in my room. Suffice it to say, no more sleep that night. That later became the basis of one of my stories, I.C.U..