Her younger sister huddled with the other kids on the playground. She drifted idly on the swing and checked her cellphone.

"C'mon, Sarah, Mom wants us home soon." She called, standing. Sarah chattered as they walked home.

"…and Billy's so mean, us girls decided we're not talking to him for a whole day. We made a new friend, he's really tall. He wears only black, and he doesn't got a face."

"Oh, really?" Hope was used to her sister's imaginary friends, but they were usually young girls with superpowers, not men. She hadn't seen any suspicious characters, but it was best to make sure. "He's got no face at all? Are you sure it wasn't a mask?"

"Nuh-uh. His head was all smooth like a ball. No nose, no hair, no nothin'. And his skin is white."

"White like you?"

"No, my skin is skin color. His skin is white like paper."

"How tall is he?"

"Really super mega tall.


"Yeah, he's way taller than the big-kid monkey-bars." Hope relaxed; her sister wasn't being stalked by some creeper pedophile. The larger set of monkey-bars was 7 feet high. Obviously one of the kids had told the others about their imaginary friend, and now everyone was in on it.

"Does he have a name?"

"I dunno. He doesn't talk. Mommy!" Sarah let go of her hand at that point and ran into her mother's arms. They entered the house and Sarah sat in front of the television as Hope grabbed a can of pop and watched their mother make dinner.

"She's got a new imaginary friend."

"He's not imaginary!" Sarah called. "He's real!"

"Well, can I meet him?" Their mom asked. "What's his name?"

"He doesn't got a name."

"Really! Why's that?"

"He doesn't got a mouth." She replied. Commercials came on the tv so she turned it off and sat at the table to color.

"Where is this no-named man?"

"Outside. He's too tall to come in." Sarah selected a black crayon and drew a stretched-out stick figure that took up almost the entire page lengthwise. She colored the bottom inch of the page green and the top inch blue. She then drew another stick figure beside the first, in color. This one almost reached the tall one's waist.

Sipping her pop, Hope got on the computer to check her emails. About a half-hour later dinner was ready and she glanced at her sister's drawing.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing.

"He's got octopus-things on his back." They had stir-fry for dinner, Hope eating the vegetables first to get them out of the way, Sarah trying to get away with not eating any. Hope rinsed her plate and retreated to her room as the temper-tantrum started. Jeez, she thought, Sarah's 7, not 3. But what kind of kid would imagine a tall, thin, white-skinned man in a dark suit? She imagined Jack Skellington. With no face and tentacles on his back? One of the neighborhood kids probably saw a horror film recently, she reasoned.