I think that I first was inspired with this character when I saw a figure in a hat on the back of my wardrobe door when I was a child. (It was actually a dressing gown/coats hung on a hook, but it could have been a mysterious figure like the Shadow Man! This is a small excerpt of a new story about a child who hears noises under the bed and has to go and investigate! Let me know what you think!
Silently a figure stepped out from among the folds of the dressing gown and coats hanging on the back of the door, dressed in a tricorne hat and a cloak with a deep red velvet lining. His boots were leather and glistened in the moonlight, and he wore a shiny sword in his belt. Noiselessly he moved around Jamie’s room calming the curtains dancing at the window and righting the sad pile of books lying twitching on the floor.
Jamie watched all this trembling under
safety of his duvet, afraid to set foot on the floor, in case the shadows
caught him and the fierce monster who lived in the chasm gobbled him up. The
Shadow Man showed no fear of the noises under the bed. He stepped up to
the edge of the bed, towering in the darkness. Jamie hid his head under
the covers. Close up he was quite terrifying – he must have been a
hundred feet tall and his face was scarred and his eyes were dark under his
hat. He looked as though he might know all of your secrets. His hand
rested on the sword in his belt and Jamie could now see that there was also a
pistol tucked into the folds of his cloak – not one of the ones that soldiers
had nowadays. This one looked old and worn but it shined as if it was
polished regularly. “James,” he said, and his voice was soft and
gravelly. How does he know my name? Jamie asked himself. “James,
you must come with me. We have work to do.”
A race was developing between the two boats along the rocky coastline. The cliffs and hills created dead spots of wind where the smaller boat caught up until it found itself becalmed and the larger boat headed past the hill and into a fresh gust of wind. They went in fits and starts until they were beyond the headland and out in open sea. Then the real race began. The brothers tightened up the sheets to pick up speed.