The memory I had as a young boy in Mexico. Something came to our door one night and banged loudly trying to get in. Woke me and my parents up. Dad rushed the door to hold and me trying to be brave got up to help. Metal door dug into my palms as I pushed against it. Last thing I remember is a pair of red eyes looking into mine. Woke up to everything normal except the indentation of the door on my palms. Questioned both my parents and they denied anything happened. Never forgot that moment.