"Daddy, I'm afraid of one lady," she whispered, clutching her stuffed rabbit.

Her father chuckled, tucking her in. "Who is that, sweetheart?"

She giggled and pointed to the dark corner of her room.

His smile faded. The corner was empty.

"There's no one there, honey," he said carefully.

The little girl frowned. "But she’s been standing there every night… watching us sleep."

A shiver ran down his spine.

The closet door creaked open behind him.