The Tale of the Reoccurring Goblin
We all have that one story we like to tell at parties. You know the one I’m talking about. It usually starts with “It happened to a friend of a friend of mine…” They’re usually just trendy retellings of our favourite urban legends. They’re supposed to capture your attention in between drink refills, not scare you. I never thought any of them were true…until I heard the story of the goblins.
Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story “The Tale of the Reoccurring Goblin”.
I remember it like it was yesterday….
I was at my first real high school party with my then-boyfriend…uh…let’s call him Nick. I was taking micro-sips from a wine cooler and already nervous as hell to go home smelling like Peach Sunset. Nick took me for a stroll around the party until we found somewhere quiet to talk. That made me even more nervous. I thought for sure he was going to kiss me, but instead he leaned in and whispered,
“I have to tell you something.”
Our two month relationship flashed before my glazed-over eyes.
“Okay,” I said. “What’s up?”
He ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck in that adorably bashful way high school boys do. “I saw something weird the other night. Something I can’t really explain.”
I took a wee sip of my drink and told him to continue.
“I woke up in the middle of the night and immediately felt like someone was watching me. Do you know what I mean?”
“I kept looking out my window, waiting for a face to appear or something, but nothing was there. I was about to go check the closet when I saw it…” He paused for the longest minute ever. “Something was standing at the end of my bed.”
The hair on my arms stood up so quickly it felt like I was being stabbed to death by thousands of tiny swords.
“It was short – maybe a foot or two high – and it was wearing all black. It had a hood pulled over his head. I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there, paralyzed, staring at it. Then I snapped out of it. I shoved myself backwards. It ran up my bed, lunged for me , and then it ran out my bedroom door.” Nick downed the rest of his beer. “I turned on the all the lights but I couldn’t find anything.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked.
“Because I thought I was dreaming,” he said.
“What made you change your mind?” I asked him, my stomach already sinking.
“Before you got here, Lucy told me that she and Jill went camping the other night. She went out to pee in the middle of the night and saw a small, hooded creature standing in the trees, just watching her. It ran away…down the path that leads to my house.” Nick stared into the bottom of the now empty bottle. He looked up at gave me a smile. “It was probably just a dream, right?”
Probably not, but I didn’t say anything. I just gave him a big old kiss and squeezed him extra tight. He never spoke about it again, and I never asked.
I had forgotten about that story until a few weeks ago. My nanny was in town visiting (She is seriously bad ass – I’ll have to do an entire post about her one day). She was telling me all these creepy stories from way back in her DEMON BANISHING days. So she says to me,
“Jen, did you know that quite a few demons are territorial? For years, I’ve been hearing stories of these little goblin demons that have been spotted up north. They’re having a real problem with them near a church in Alaska.”
I grew up northern Alberta, not quite as north as Alaska but it got pretty freaking chilly.
She went on to describe the goblins, and they were the same freaking things from high school. There were stories of them luring children into the woods. The kids would come back, saying they spend the ten hours they were missing playing with their new friends in the woods.
Don’t you just love it when a story comes full circle like that?
I’ve done a little research on them and found a spooky video for your viewing pleasure.
There are a surprising amount of videos out there capturing these goblins/gnomes, but I’m honestly too freaked out to find them at the moment. It’s late…give me a break.
Don’t forget you can win a spooky care package and your choice of a book from our Haunted Library! I’m giving people an extra couple weeks to comment since I’ve been woefully inadequate at spreading the word. All you have to do is comment on my post from two weeks ago!
Now I’m a bit freaked out about goblins! I don’t think I’ll go hunting down video anytime soon!
I hate things that can run across the floor and under the bed and couches… things that can get your ankles and you never look down to see them. Nightmares come true.