I’ve no idea where I am or how I got here.
There are lots of others here with me, all sitting around trying to make up their minds. They don’t seem to know any more than me. There’s a buzz going round that were in some kind of resting place; a sort of ‘time out’ thing. If there’s anyone in charge I haven’t seen them. I don’t think I’ve been here very long. I was handed a list when I arrived; we all got one. Apparently, for the time we are here we can be anything we choose. It’s a long list, full of the names of characters. I suppose that’s what you’d call them. Some of them I’ve never heard of.
Of course, I’ve heard of vampires, elves, dragons and zombies. I know about Mutants, Imps, Griffins, Werewolves and Bigfoot. I also know about unicorns, ogres, ghosts and count Dracula. I think I know what a golem and a cyclops is, but I’ve never heard of a Sasquatch or a wendigo. The list just goes on and on!
I’m pretty fond of horses, so Pegasus appealed at first. That is, until I thought about flying. Was sick on a plane once.
I’ve always been fascinated by mermaids, but being a boy, the thought of having the head and body of a woman wouldn’t feel right, but the tail would be cool. I guess a centaur would be better, being half-man and half-horse.
Being a will-of-the-wisp sounded OK. My grandad used to tell stories about them, but he never explained what they actually were.
I quite fancied being a shapeshifter, but it’s not on the list.
There was a sound at the door. He didn’t hear it. Nor did he feel the monster comic book being slid from his hands and placed on the bedside table.