Night GoblinbyR. Richard©
Listen up people! I was the baddest high school line backer you can even imagine. At six feet four inches and 240 pounds I was strong enough to fight through a 300 pound tackle and fast enough to cover a 170 pound fly boy on a deep pass pattern.
I was, you know, just foolin' with Kaylee over at her house one night after we graduated from school. Her old man caught us and the son of a bitch attacked us with a fireplace poker. He hit Kaylee and killed her. Then he hit me across the face, real bad. I killed him, strangled him.
The Judge told me he was sure I was guilty but that they would have trouble proving exactly what happened. He said that, because of that, he would give me a choice. I was gonna go to prison for a long time or I could join the service. I mean what ever happened to innocent until proven guilty?
Hell, having no real choice, I joined up with the Marines. Uncle Sam's Misguided Children taught me some good stuff. How to kill with my hands, how to throw knives, that sort of stuff. I was real good at it. A damn credit to the USMC!
Ol' USMC deployed me to a field unit right after training. I slept on the flight all the way over and dozed most of the way out in the jeep.
When I got there, it was Halloween. There were guerilla fighters harassing us all night. They would shoot rockets or mortars at us on the run. Sarge said we couldn't do nothin'.
I told ol' Sarge I could get 'em. Went out that night and killed four of 'em. Never fired a round from my M16. Ol' Sarge he radioed HQ. Said they didn't send him no soldier; they done sent a goblin, a night goblin. The name stuck to me.
The rest of the guys fought days as a unit, I fought nights all by myself. Very shortly we didn't have no more trouble with guerilla fighters. Or any other kind of fighter for that matter. You see, I messed up the bodies a little after I killed 'em.
I guess I did OK out in the damn field, but there was trouble in a whorehouse when we went on R&R. I like girls dressed all sexy. The girls didn't like me; maybe because I am so ugly. The Marines kicked me out, made me go to counseling.
What with a dishonorable discharge and all, I got this really crummy job. I don't got much fun at all. If I get in trouble again, they throw the book at me and I go to prison. I still like girls dressed up real sexy. Mostly the girls don't like me. I think maybe it is because I am so ugly what with gettin' hit in the face with the fireplace poker and all. Then again, I wasn't all that handsome before I got hit in the face.
The one time I can have myself some real fun is Halloween. I get to wear a mask, so no damn witnesses can recognize me. The ladies dress up real sexy and wander around all damn night, 'cause it's Halloween. I catch one of them sexy whore bitches, I can have the same kind of fun I was havin' with Kaylee when her old man caught us.
Hey, you know the lady gonna' have fun too. I got 10 inches. I also got enough cooperation for the both of us.
It don't bother me none if the lady tries to run. Hell I can still outrun a speed receiver and I am sure as damn hell stronger than some sexy lady.
Once I catch the lady, we gonna have a lot of fun. I rip off her damn sexy whore costume and fuck her into submission. I get in deep and let her know who is in damn charge.
Then I gotta kill her.
If I don't kill her, they put me in prison for a long time. It aint my fault. The counseling people told me it aint my fault. I mean, I take my medication. It is just my nature you see. That's why they call me Night Goblin.
Besides, a lady gonna have so much fun Halloween night, she aint gonna mind. I mean 10 inches just before she dies, what else is there?
It's almost Halloween night once again! I can hardly wait.
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