My daughter’s imaginary friend isn’t imaginary. He’s teaching her how to draw, and I think he’s finishing his masterpiece

When a single mother moves into a sprawling, fixer-upper Victorian with her seven-year-old daughter, Lily, she expects creaky floorboards and drafty hallways. She doesn't expect Mr. Tall—an "imaginary friend" who isn't interested in tea parties, but in architectural drafting. What starts as a child's obsessive hobby quickly spirals into a nightmare of technical schematics, shifting dimensions, and…