Goblins in the Wind

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Here's a short story I wrote. Enjoy!

Goblins in the Wind
The night was still, in between howls of the wind, as the trick or treaters made their way on the leaf scattered streets. This hallows eve seemed like all the rest, but to young Billy Madison there was real devilry afoot. As he crossed the darkened street, the howling wind, sent a chill through his ghost costume, and deep through his skin and into his bones.

“Don’t knock on that door!” Billy shouted, “It’s old man Groney, and he eats small children!”
“That’s not funny.” One of the mothers of the small children remarked.
“But it’s true; he’s an evil old troll with an army of goblins.” Billy said.
Just as Billy was about to speak again old man Groney’s door opened. And the wind began to howl.
“Can’t you here that? It’s his goblins on the wind. They’re out tonight, and in search of trick or treaters.” Billy frantically said.
“Come on children, lets get going, it’s getting cold out here.” The women said as she shuffled the children away.
Billy Madison was left standing alone in the middle of the road. It was a quiet suburban street and nothing much ever happened. That is, until old man Groney moved in the neighbourhood. This was the old man’s 3rd year anniversary since he moved in on Halloween. During this time trick or treaters have been going missing on Halloween. The paranoid neighbourhood gossip amongst the kids is that old man Groney is really a troll that devours the souls of children, and if you listen closely on hallows eve, you can here his goblins on the wind. Rumour has it that his goblins search the streets once a year and look for children to take back to old man Groney. The old man had only lived in the neighbourhood for three years, but had already advanced to the status of boogie man.

“Tonight I’m going to prove to the whole neighbourhood that you’re really a troll from some kind of hellish dimension.” Billy muttered under his breath, as he scaled the lattice work on the side of old man Groney’s two story house. The second floor window was open and the curtains were billowing in the wind.

As the young Billy Madison tiptoed surreptitiously around the upper level of the house, old man Groney rocked in his chair by the fire place with a pipe in his mouth. Billy made his way in what looked like the master bedroom, which looked plain and ordinary. He must have been creeping around upstairs for a good hour when he heard a loud knock on the downstairs door.
“Hello Mr. Groney, I take it?” The police officer asked.
“Yes that is me,” the old man answered,”the intruder is still upstairs.”
“Please excuse me.” The constable said as he made his way upstairs. Meanwhile the other police officer stayed with old man Groney.
“I can explain everything.” Billy said as he was taken downstairs. “Old man Groney is really a troll from hell and if you give me more time I’ll prove it.”
“Oh I know he is.” Said the officer as he smiled with fangs and his eyes turned red. Then Billy looked by the fire place at old man Groney, and the other constable, who bared fanged smiles with glaring red eyes.