Prompt: A child finds a crayon drawing of a strange family - it's inscribed with the words we live in your walls.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily who loved exploring the woods and crannies of her old house. One day, while playing in the attic, she stumbled upon a hidden box filled with old crayon drawings. As she flipped through them, she noticed one drawing in particular that caught her eye.
It was a strange family portrait, drawn in bright colours with exaggerated features. The mother had a long, pointy nose and curly purple hair, the father had a large head and tiny arms, and the children had mismatched body parts. But what was most peculiar was the inscription at the bottom of the page: "We live in your walls."
Lily felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked around the dusty attic. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She decided to show the drawing to her parents, but when she went to go downstairs, she found the door to the attic was stuck shut.
Lily tried pushing and pulling on the door, but it wouldn't budge. She was starting to panic when she heard a soft whisper in her ear. "Don't be afraid, Lily. We've been waiting for you."
Lily spun around but saw no one there. She felt a small hand take hers and lead her towards the back wall of the attic. As they approached the wall, it started to shimmer and fade away, revealing a secret room filled with the strange family from the drawing.
The mother with the pointy nose and curly purple hair smiled at Lily and said, "Welcome to our home, dear. We've been living in these walls for a very long time. It gets lonely here, so we're happy to have visitors."
Lily looked around in wonder as the family showed her their cozy little abode. They had a small kitchen, a living room with a fireplace, and even a bedroom with a tiny bed for Lily to sleep in.
As the night wore on, the family regaled Lily with tales of their adventures in the house. They had watched the previous owners grow up and start families of their own, and they had seen countless generations come and go. But Lily was different. She had found them, and they were grateful for her company.
The next morning, Lily's parents found her fast asleep in the attic, clutching the crayon drawing of the strange family. They were relieved to see that she was safe, but they couldn't believe their eyes when they looked at the drawing. The family in the picture was no longer strange and exaggerated. They looked just like Lily and her family.
From then on, Lily visited her new friends in the walls every day. They played games, sang songs, and shared stories. And every time she left, she would hear their soft voices whispering, "Thank you for coming, Lily. You're always welcome here."
