The other morning I asked her about the man. I asked what he looks like or if he talks to her. She described him by saying he just stands in the corner and stares at her.
With some quick thinking- I told her that I know that man, he is friendly. I told her he was an angel that watches over us while daddy is away at work. She didn't like that answer because, "angels have wings and he doesn't have any wings."
Its amazing because she says she still sees the man every now and again, but is no longer afraid of him at night. I even think she has waved at him.