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Patton had always been one to believe fairy tales. He believed in mystical creatures and strange magics of all kinds. So when he began to hear noises in his walls, Patton knew better than to dismiss them.
Was it a ghost? A spirit trapped in his house? Patton had tried to communicate to it with a ouija board, but that had proved fruitless. The whatever-it-was had probably laughed at him for that one.
It could have been mice, but...mice don’t talk. And Patton swore he had heard a voice late one night to accompany the strange sounds. It was faint, and Patton couldn’t quite make out the words. He had sat up in bed to try to hear better, but as soon as he moved everything turned eerily silent. Patton laid back in bed, pretending to be asleep. After a few moments, there was the sound of a frantic scurrying and then quiet as the creature disappeared. Patton couldn’t have just made that up.
It was Patton’s belief that the magic little wall being was harmless. They seemed more scared of Patton than anything else, so Patton went out of his way to be as non-threatening as possible. After all, the idea of anyone being terrified of him made Patton’s heart just ache.
At one point a few cookies from his jar began to go missing, so Patton left a few out. He didn’t want the little guy going hungry, after all. But he wasn’t sure how to communicate that these were meant for the wall creature; having no other option, Patton went through his house and gently knocked on the walls in a few places he had heard noises before.
“Um, hello?” Patton called softly, walking along. “I don’t want to frighten you, but I left some cookies out. You’re welcome to have some.”
Of course, there had been no response.
“C’mon, you know me better than anyone.” Patton teased. “I mean you’ve gotta, right? You’ve been living in my house for a while. I like to think that I’m a nice guy. I just want to make sure you feel welcome!”
Silence.
“I don’t want to pressure you to come out.” Patton tried reassuring them. “Just letting you know the cookies are there. Open invitation. Alright, well uh… see you around then. Or not, but I guess you’ll see me around. Okay bye!”
Patton wasn’t sure how his invitation was taken. The cookies remained untouched and got stale. In fact, for several days the noises stopped as well, and Patton feared the creature had left; but thankfully he was proven wrong a few nights later when he once again heard the voice. This time, Patton laid in bed and kept his eyes closed.
“-making this harder than it has to be.” As the being came closer, Patton’s ears finally picked up it’s tiny voice. His chest tightened and fought to keep from gasping in surprise. He scrunched up his face, trying not to peek. Even one look might make the tiny bolt far away, and Patton was desperate to know more.