The Legend of Goblin’s Creek
Written on Halloween Night, 1990
John was walking home late one Halloween night,
When a sound from behind he did hear.
He turned too much in fright,
But there was nothing that was near.
He turned around slowly to go on his way,
Increasing his pace all the while.
He began to wish for the light of day,
And to wonder how he might fly.
He began to think about goblins and ghouls,
And gruesome bloody things,
And he wondered what kind of thing might over him drool,
And from what dark shadow it might spring.
He had scarcely gone a hundred feet,
When a sound from behind made him quiver.
Then he recalled the legend of Goblin’s Creek,
And what he remembered made him shiver.
John recalled the story of a Halloween day,
Many many years before,
When another young man had lost his way,
And had never heard of any more.
It seems this young man had been to a party,
At the head of Goblin’s Creek.
He had left feeling hale and hardy,
But never knowing what he would meet.
He had scarcely gotten out of sight,
When his friends heard a blood-curdling yell.
They ran after him with all their might,
But found only footprints on the trail.
Ever since then you just don’t travel down Goblin’s Creek,
Especially on Halloween’s eve.
But if you do you better be ready for a fight,
Or at least be fast on your feet.
John wished he had never set out this night,
And he wondered what he should do.
He began to wish for the day and light,
As something toward him did move.
The thrashing crashing grunts and groans,
Came closer with John’s every breath.
He turned to run but could only moan,
As the thing’s hot breath touched his neck.
John screamed and fought with all his might,
As he was being taken away.
Then all was quiet as the rest of the night,
Turned slowly into the next day.
John’s disappearance became the talk of the town,
With everyone telling their own tale.
But the only evidence that was ever found,
Was his footprints left on the trail.
So this Halloween be sure and go straight home,
Please don’t wait for the night to begin.
And don’t travel down Goblin’s Creek alone,
If you do you’ll never be seen again.
Only one knows the secrets of the darkness and nights,
But it won’t be telling anyone.
Because its the thing that waits in the dark,
For all those travelling alone.
© Bill • All Rights Reserved
Mr. Billy Joe Woos is a retired teacher. He has given his permission for me to share his work.
