The Uninvited Guest, by George Kraft

Nightfall came sooner than expected, so he had to act fast, sprinkling salt in front of every entry point to the house and anointing them with protection sigils. By the time she was done, she was ready for bed already, at least till she entered her bedroom. The drawing. The lipstick. When she saw what her daughter did, all the day’s frustrations reached a boiling point. She snatched the lipstick from the girl’s hand and railed at her as she babbled tearful apologies, but to her horror, the door of the drawn house creaked open and an inhuman hand emerged.