There’s a ghost in my house

I’ve been running and walking on the dreadmill in the barn for years and years. Tbh there are occasions when one 30 minute session feels like years and years. Anyway today as I was finishing I noticed, for the first time, the eyes in the wooden wall. I’ve looked at that wall so often and never seen them before. I love it when I see things in wood although usually I only see something the once and I wouldn’t be able to photograph it. I often see images in the floorboards in the bathroom.