I was woken by a strange whirring noise. I had never heard this noise before; it was very foreign to me. I didn’t know where it was coming from. I noticed the screen of my cellphone was lit up. Then before my eyes, I had to pinch myself for I thought I was dreaming, a head appeared, then two arms so on and so on until the body of a little elf man was standing in my room.
“Have you got any water?”
He had a slight southern accent, though, he certainly didn’t look southern. Still thinking I was dreaming, I just stared at him.
“Creature doesn’t usually use that method of travel you see?” He pointed at my phone which had gone back to normal now.
“Creature much prefers coming in through computers, but when Creature tried to come through yours, you must have your power turned off and Creature hit a wall.”
This was true; I was paranoid about fires so kept all of my electrical sockets turned off when I wasn’t using them.
“So you see, Creature had to travel through your phone and that trip is quite a bit longer so Creature is rather parched.”
“Creature will get it himself then,” He said after a while, trotting over to my kitchen and pulling a Sippy cup like a baby would drink from- from his silk red robe.
I was still staring at him blankly. Surely I should have woken up from my dream by now. I pinched myself. Nope he was still there, maybe I was going mad.
After all it couldn’t be normal to see an elf that had an uncanny look and sound like Dobby from Harry Potter standing in your kitchen. I would make an appointment first thing tomorrow at the doctors.
The elf must have thought I was staring at his Sippy cup, “Creature likes the straw,” He explained.
When I still didn’t say anything he snapped his thin pointy fingers in front of my face. “Are you broken? Creature doesn’t know how you humans work.”
I shook my head, “I’m just waiting to wake up from this dream.”
“This isn’t a dream human, Creature is real.”
“Who are you then?”
He stuck his little chest out, “I am Creature. A house elf but also a genie here to grant you three wishes.” As an afterthought he quickly added, “In England where Creature lives, the humans are only allowed two wishes.”
“You’re from England? You have a Southern accent?”
“Oh with the new spells around these days Creature can change his voice to fit any accent. Creature originally hails from England though.”
I nodded. This was still a dream after all. “Can I wish for one hundred more wishes?”