Last week Syd crawled in bed with us in the middle of the night (not unusual at all.) As I was getting her settled she said quietly, "Mama? Who was that who said 'Goodnight' to me?" "It was probably Daddy, Baby, go to sleep." "No Mama. Can I look out the window to see if Auntie Jody's there?" "Auntie Jody's not there Syd. It was Daddy. Go back to sleep, Baby." "It wasn't Daddy. Oh wait, it's okay. They just left."
The next night I wake up in the middle of the night and I swear I can see someone in the hallway. However, Atticus the Wonder Dog seems uninterested and I remind myself (and my overactive imagination) that my hardwood floors bely any attempts at subtlety. I talk myself down and think nothing of it, until yesterday when Syd says again, "Mama! Sometimes the Shadow Man comes to say 'Goodnight' to me!" As a person who had nightmares well into my 20s, this pretty much guarantees that I won't be sleeping anytime soon.
Of course her imaginary friend would be the creepiest possible iteration.