This is a Story about a man that people call The Goblin Since I was a little girl, every Fall an old man comes hobbeling into town on what we call Goblin Night. He seems to live in the woods near my house and apparently lives off the land. He will bring odd things as if to say he were giving us a present such as raw fish , uncooked potatoes and other odd vegetables, frogs and such. He can not talk and people call him the goblin. One night years ago I offered the goblin a place to stay in our shed. I gave him a cooked meal and blankets. He took them with much grief. I wondered why? Later that night as I went to my shed to make sure every thing was okay, I heard another voice. It was a high pitched and screaming. As I peeked in the door I seen an Old lady that appeared to be a witch. She told me that she Owned this man and I had no right to give him anything.. She said that he was a slave to her. They left that night and I feel that she put a curse on me.. I have never been able to see the goblin since that night Other people see him they even see the woman that they now call a witch.. But for some reason I miss seeing them every year. I wonder who and what they really are?