Thunder sounded outside my bedroom window. I looked up from my grandma's copy of Labyrinth. It has been fifteen years since she passed on. I was only five when she passed away. I still remember the promise I made to her; to visit the Goblin King.

I put my book down and went into my bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. "God I look like hell," I said to myself. I had dark circles under my eyes and my hair was all messed up.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and looked at the time. It had just turned 11:11. Without even considering it I whispered the one thing that could be either good or bad. "I wish the Goblin King was here….right now"

I splashed some cold water on my face and when I looked back in the mirror I screamed. Looking back at me was non-other than the Goblin King. "shh….don't scream," he whispered in my ear while clamping a hand over my mouth.

I took a few deep breaths and managed to calm myself. I looked at his reflection carefully. He seemed to look the same as he did fifty years ago when my grandma first met him. "Can you please let go of my mouth?" I mumbled into his hand.

"Are you going to scream?" he asked. I shook my head no and he removed his hand. I turned and looked at his from bottom to top. I stopped at his eyes and held his gaze. I had a feeling tonight was going to be a long night.