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When my daughter was born, we bought a half-timbered house in a nearby city where we live since. This houses have a lot of history, they have seen wars and changes, good times and bad, and people have died in them over the years.

When my daughter was very young, she had trouble sleeping in her room. We tried to change things, but it still remained problematic. Then I require one moment vividly, where she was standing in the second floor hallway and screamed, staring at a certain point just before the window. When we tried to comfort her, she told that she saw a dark shape there, a man maybe, that she found extremely frightening. Needless to say, my wife and me saw nothing there; but; the cats were sometimes wary.
Our daughter did not have to sleep in her room that night.
This happened some five or six years ago; my daughter has problems to sleep no longer, instead she regards the whole affair as simply boring. She hasn't seen anything frightening in the house again; sadly, she doesn't believe in the dwarves who send her post at Christmas anymore either. She just has grown. But I remember.

The picture shows neither my daughter nor my house, and I doubt the spectre she has seen is similiar to that in the picture, but that's where the idea is from.

HB pencils on tea-stained drawing paper, just some highlighting added.

Description
When my daughter was born, we bought a half-timbered house in a nearby city where we live since. This houses have a lot of history, they have seen wars and changes, good times and bad, and people have died in them over the years.

When my daughter was very young, she had trouble sleeping in her room. We tried to change things, but it still remained problematic. Then I require one moment vividly, where she was standing in the second floor hallway and screamed, staring at a certain point just before the window. When we tried to comfort her, she told that she saw a dark shape there, a man maybe, that she found extremely frightening. Needless to say, my wife and me saw nothing there; but; the cats were sometimes wary.
Our daughter did not have to sleep in her room that night.
This happened some five or six years ago; my daughter has problems to sleep no longer, instead she regards the whole affair as simply boring. She hasn't seen anything frightening in the house again; sadly, she doesn't believe in the dwarves who send her post at Christmas anymore either. She just has grown. But I remember.

The picture shows neither my daughter nor my house, and I doubt the spectre she has seen is similiar to that in the picture, but that's where the idea is from.

HB pencils on tea-stained drawing paper, just some highlighting added.