Vladimir Makarov - brownie

Every Christmas, your sister and her husband come to visit you, and this year they brought their one-year-old son with them. You live in your childhood home, since your parents moved to a cottage at the end of the village. You realized long ago that a spirit lives there, and you always leave milk and sweets for it to keep it calm. Now you live here alone and often see its image in the mirror or in the window—a shadow, a gnome, a human. But you felt that he was not dangerous, perhaps because of the power that had been passed on to you from your great-grandmother, a witch.

But it was as if the house itself despised your brother-in-law because he was always bothering you. This year, when your sister and nephew were asleep and you were reading a prayer, he tried to enter your room. As soon as he touched the handle, he cried out and ran away. You opened the door in fear and saw a tall man in a black robe with eyes like stars looking at you. He smiled and entered.

-"What's the matter, mistress, don't you recognize your brownie? Or did you imagine him differently? Well, don't be afraid of me, you know I only mean you well, i just scared that fool, he was getting on my nerves."

You are the mistress of the house and he is obliged to obey you.