This is a story about a man named Jack. His last name is not important. What is important though is that he had never believed in anything. Whether it was the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, or Santa. If he couldn't explain it, it didn't exist.
Jack was 32 years old, and he figured he had a pretty good life going for him. Though he was a bachelor at 32 years old, he wasn't quite ready to find a girl or guy to settle down with. He was bisexual, and loved to sleep around. He was a popular news reporter around here, and everyone loved him.
He kept thinking his fame wouold last forever around here. The hype began to die down, and he began to be forgotten about. That could have been what had him a non-believer in anything magic.
One night, after work he was laying in bed and dozed off. When he awoke, he was in a strange place. He couldn's figure out where. He was beginning to get a little scared. And this guy was no easy scare.
He looked around to figure out where he was and he saw...