Now that she can speak more fluently, our two-year-old daughter talks about the normally-unseen occupants of the house. I overheard her (and Scully) the other day:
"You're scared? What is scary?"
This past Thursday, I took her out to the backyard for some fresh air. It's a very large yard and, at its end, there is a locked shed that's connected to our detached garage. We climbed the old, stone steps and it was cold.
Mini-me turned around and started knocking on the door:
"Ollie!" she yelled. "Ollie!"
"Um, who's Ollie?" I asked her but she didn't want to talk about it.
I have seen the ghost of a young boy around the house but I didn't know his name.