Right near my house there is a wooded country lane. About a quarter of a mile down the lane the woods open up into a meadow, three fields deep, surrounded by trees on all sides. It's a lonely, creepy, secluded stretch of road. One of the neighbours who lived directly opposite committed suicide across the way about ten years ago, and this meadow is on the boundary of that family's property. In the distance, the field has a large stone standing upright, and it's at just the right distance that it always, every time I walk by there, makes me think of that scene in The Innocents (1961), where Miss Jessel is standing in the bullrushes watching Flora.
Just perspective itself can be frightening. You don't even need anything unsettling standing in the distance - it just has to be positioned at exactly the right point within the depth of field - that distance where your eyesight starts to blur, where you can't be quite sure what you're looking at.
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