Furious scratching as crayon scrapes paper. Daughter is immersed in art; screwed-up face displaying utter concentration.
“Whaddaya doodling?”
Attention shifts from the multi-coloured masterpiece.
“Silly! Drawing everyone in our house!”
Such effort warrants closer inspection. Leaning in, father finds the four people depicted puzzling.
“Who’s that?”
Upturned pencil marks an invisible line, linking each person.
“Me… Daddy… Mummy…”
A pause.
“Skinnyman!”
It’s more scribble than figure. Father swallows. Repeats his name.
“Yep! Lives in the shadows”
“What’s he doing?”
A giggle.
“Watching… Waiting…”
An ice-cold shiver descends father’s spine.
“For what?”
Daughter smiles.
“For you to close your eyes…forever.”