Pan

The little boy sat on the floor, grinning and imagining the adventures he’d have. He was gonna join an army! And meet all sorts of people! He could fight pirates! Maybe he could be a ninja!

A breeze stirred the curtains, and the boy gasped. His hero stood on the windowsill, lit by the full moon. The boy rushed to the window, stopping only to get his wooden sword.

As his arms engulfed the boy, the figure on the window grinned; horns and teeth gleaming, tongue licking its lips in anticipation

The headlines next day: “Third Floor Kidnapping. Police Baffled.”