THE THING

Meg was sad. She couldn't find her way out the pyramid. She had nothing left to eat and her magic wand was lost. At the moment she was standing in a room full of carnivorous plants. The big, purple one in the corner was staring at Meg. She could have bet that the plant was trying to tell her something. She had seen that kind of plant before at the old witch's house. She felt drawn to it as if it were magnetic.
Meg calculated that she had probably reached the top of the pyramid. She was really anxious to find her way out but the only two options available to leave the carnivorous greenhouse were either going back or through the tiny locked door behind the purple plant. What was even scarier, after a while, she noticed there were more purple plants and she couldn't tell which one was hiding the door. She reached in her bag for her spell book, hoping it would contain a solution.
"Where is my book? Where is my book? It must have fallen when I was chasing the thing. I swear that fish is evil or maybe it was just disguised as a fish. They say it has many faces."
Suddenly the light in the room grew brighter and all the plants shrunk back into their pots.
" Maybe now I can go back to my old mistress."
In the bright light she could now clearly see the door which was surprisingly open. The door led to an immense parking lot where she counted no less then 34 identical shooting stars. Meg could have bet that the 33rd was hers because of the unaesthetic scratch. She climbed on and the star shot out of the parking lot leaving a rainbow trail or sparkles behind it. She was happy for it. She wanted to arrive home as soon as possible to avoid a big drama.
After flying for a while she found herself in front of the old witch's door, which, for the first time ever, was locked.
"This is weird. She never goes outside. Especially at night. Especially when there is THE THING out there."
Meg reached under the frog statue where she knew the key was hidden and opened the door.
She ran in the witch's study to try and find out where her mistress had gone. The old witch was not a very nice person but Meg worried about the hag. She went in a bit frightened knowing she was not usually allowed here. However this wasn't the first time she had broken the rule.
The first and only other time that she had entered the witch's study was when she had found the books about THE THING. The witch didn't seemed to care that IT was torturing little boys and girls by altering their dreams. However, she did have lots of information about IT so Meg had decided to fight THE THING by herself. That's why she had gone to the pyramid and lost her magic wand and spell book.
When she entered the witch's study now, the first new thing she noticed were the strange looking potions that she had never seen before. There was also an open book on the ancient, wooden desk. It listed 13732 Transformation Spells guaranteed to scare tiny, whining, filthy brats.
" Sparkles and twitches! Could it be true?"
Hearing the old hag coming into the house Meg ducked under the desk.
"Meg?! Are you in here?" cracked the witch.
"Umm... no."
" Good." said the witch grabbing Meg's hair and pulling her out from under the desk.
" Where were you?" asked Meg.
"None of your business" said the witch.
Meg was trying to get out of the room quietly when the witch called out:
" How was the pyramid?"
"Ok...I lost my magic wand."said Meg ashamed.
"Of course you did. You always do. Every night. And I have to go fetch it. Here it is."
The hag took out Meg's wand from under her many coats.
"What? What do you mean every night?"
" You had it all figure it out, did't you? The books about THE THING, the transformation spells... You were just about to accuse me, weren't you?"
" What? Me? Actually..."
" Actually, said the hag, why don't you have a look at yourself? You've really done it tonight."
Meg stared into the mirror and couldn't believe her eyes.
" It is not your fault, said the witch, it's what you are. You should embrace it. It's a shame you will forget it all again by morning."
Looking back at Meg from the dusty mirror was the most monstrous fish the world had ever seen, which had haunted the nightmares of many kids that night.