I am now 81. when i was about 8 or 10 we had no heat upstairs in the winter on the 2nd floor where our bedrooms were. mine faced east. my mothers was next to mine and she had a window just a couple of feet from mine. i would wake up often because of bright lights shining thru my window . i couldnt tell what it was because of the thick frost on the glass but it would light up the room pretty good. i'd get scared and call for my mother. when she'd come in she would say she saw nothing and i must be dreaming. she didnt see anything in her window that was just a few feet from mine. we lived on the edge of a small farming community so there were no street lights or roads for car lights to be shining in my window. this would last about 10 or so minutes until i would scream. it happened frequently for a couple of years. to this day i am afraid to sleep with my windows open and need the drapes closed. the lights were just very bright and glowing and didnt seem to move. it was like they were watching me. too bright to be flashlights...More like spotlights with a spreading beam.