The Ghost and the Gryphon

A prequel to They’re Coming.

prologue — ghost
I’m a ghost who plays Animal Jam, which is weird enough in itself.

Sometimes I mess up. It makes odd things happen in the game, but only for some.

Now I want you to picture the afterlife in your head. You’d probably say or see something about angels, right? Truth is, the afterlife is sorta like living normally. Well, for the lucky ones at least— if you’re unlucky, it’s truly hell. Some of you may think there is no afterlife, which is reasonable, but let’s move onto how I died.

1 — journal
I always kept a journal full of the animals and items that I wanted on Animal Jam. I sorted them by priority, and my list was rather strange to the usual Animal Jam player. Here’s the Animal list:
 * Red Panda
 * Polar Bear
 * Cheetah
 * Crocodile
 * Goat