"Don't go into the Freewrite House," my mother told me once. "Scary people live there. They like to give you things, called prompts, but it is just an excuse to get inside your head. They revel in the things that pour out of peoples brains, they laugh, and cry and thrive on the emotion."
"Really, mother dear?" I said, as I tipped the poison into her tea. "Really, you shouldn't go spreading evil lies about the Freewrite House. Or they will come and get you!"

My mother doesn't tell tales about the Freewrite House any more.

And neither should you.

You have been warned.