“I spent six months living alone in a cabin near the end of a dirt road in central New Hampshire. Nearest neighbors were a quarter mile or so up or down the road. It’s an area where people definitely keep to themselves. Had all sorts of animal visitors — bears on the porch, you name it — but never random people around.

One morning, I went out to my car to go to work. It was spring, and we’d had a late frost. On the rear window of my truck, someone had written, “I WATCH YOU” with their finger in the frost.

I never had an actual problem in the rest of my time there, but that freaked me the fuck out.”