Something came in the mail for me today. I forgot I ordered it during my early research on goblins. It was a small, silver amulet, made and blessed by a Hindu holy man. It was supposed to ward off evil eye. I didn’t know if it would work. I didn’t even know if it was going to arrive before All Hallow’s Eve. But it’s here, so I’ll give it a try.
Our parents had a party to go to tonight. They weren’t going to go, but Cas’ condition hadn’t really changed. They left me with strict instructions not to bother Cas. If she needed anything, I was to get it for her. They left a number to reach them at should she get any worse.
After they left, I started preparing for the night’s visit. I spread salt everywhere. I knew it would hurt the Goblin Saint if it came into contact with the salt. I also laid a bunch of trip lines. If our parents saw all the nails I used in the walls and floor, they’d flip. I was hoping if I managed to trip up the Goblin Saint, I could knock it out. Something to keep the creature from teleporting, or whatever it does, out of the room. Cas was a little more lively than yesterday. We armed her with some more salt and the amulet. Then we waited.
When the creature finally showed up, the room erupted in chaos. The floor lit up with green flames where the Goblin Saint’s feet touched the salt. When Cas saw this, she started flinging salt at it. Tons of tiny green sparks popped in rapid succession. The Goblin Saint howled in pain. I rushed toward the sparks. There was a hollow thud and green flames outlined the creature as it thrashed around on the floor. I jumped on top of the thing, ready to throttle it into oblivion.
The Goblin Saint struggled with a fury unmatched by anything I had experienced before. Cas was still raining down salt. I got a couple good punches in. Then, quicker than I could react, the Goblin Saint shifted and contorted its body. It was on top of me. The green flames died down as the salt burned away. The sparks still popping off with each spray of salt from Cas.
I struggled to free myself from the creatures grip, but it tightened. Then a searing pain ripped across my chest. The Goblin Saint hissed in my ear, “You’ll pay.” Then it was gone.
“Cas, turn on the light.”
When our eyes adjusted, she gasped and I winced. There were three jagged gashes down my chest that burned like hot coals.
“We didn’t get it.” I said.
“No we didn’t. But I think the amulet you gave me helped.”
“I don’t know. It started getting warm when the Goblin Saint got closer. I think it forced the fiend back.”
“Good, we’ll prepare for tomorrow. If we make it past midnight, we should be in the clear.”
When I finally looked around the room, there was a pumpkin with an O in one of the corners. It must have rolled over there during the struggle.
I was as ready as I could be to execute my plan. I took a lot of what I learned last year and added a few more defenses to stop the Goblin Saint. My parents informed me yesterday morning that they were going out of town for a couple of days. They didn’t want to be in the house on the anniversary of Cas’ disappearance. Too many memories I guess. They offered to take me with them, but I told them I’d rather be alone. They only protested a little before giving up.
My parents left just after noon, giving me plenty of time to get everything set. I did the salt on the floor and some trip wires like last year. I left the iron horseshoes up and added a few more around the room. I didn’t manage to get a hold of an amulet this year, but I did grab some silver jewelry from mom’s jewelry box. Maybe they’d have a similar effect.
The best part of my plan, though, was something new. I think the Goblin Saint was getting away because there wasn’t enough salt to keep the creature here. I figured if it wasn’t surrounded by salt, it would have an escape route. Even if it was only a small break somewhere. So I rigged up several fans with hoses connected to them. I attached the hoses to fish aquarium pumps that I submerged in large buckets of super salty water. When I turned everything on, it created a salty mist that blanketed the room.
With everything set, the waiting game started. I couldn’t help thinking of Cas and everything I put her through. I thought if I could stop the Goblin Saint, there was a chance Cas could come back. How would we explain her absence if she did return? I was musing over this when a floorboard creaked by my bed, green flames erupting from the salt.
I sprang into action, mashing the switch on the power cord that all the pumps were plugged into. Instantly, the room was filled with a fine, salty mist. The Goblin Saint let out a howl of pain that made my teeth hurt. I heard the creature hit the floor with a loud thud. The trip lines worked. More green flames burst out around the creature, outlining a spindly limbed, human-like figure.
The flames grew brighter and its howls of pain got louder. I thought for sure the neighbors would hear and call the cops. I needed to finish before the salt water ran out and the salt on the floor burned up.
I jumped on the outlined figure. The silver jewelry I snagged from mom started heating up, but surprisingly the flames didn’t touch my skin. They weren’t even warm. The Goblin Saint thrashed around, still howling in pain. I came down on top of the thing with all my weight, forcing the breath out of it. I seized the opportunity to land several well placed punches.
The Goblin Saint got a burst of power from somewhere, managing to roll on top of me. I used the momentum to roll right back on top. It lashed out with a gnarly hand, scratching the side of my neck. I kneed and punched, struggling to keep the creature pinned. It bit my forearm, sending shockwaves of pain up to my shoulder.
Finally, I could feel the intruder’s strength failing. During our struggle, we knocked the horseshoe off the windowsill. I grabbed it and pressed it into the things chest. A horseshoe shaped, blue flame sizzled flesh. The stink made my head swim, but I kept the pressure on.
The silver jewelry was glowing red now. It was starting to burn my skin. Luckily, the Goblin Saint was in its final death throes, convulsing uncontrollably. I managed to break loose and get to my feet, kicking at the thrashing form. Doing the only thing I could think of, I grabbed a bucket of the salt water and poured it all over the prone form. The howling gave way to a bubbling gurgle before dying out with a final whimpered word. “Pumpkins.”
After the last syllable was uttered, Cas’ voice whispered in my ear, “Tomorrow.”
When I turned on the light, my room was a wreck. Everything was soaked and a pungent smoke hung in the air. The only thing left of the Goblin Saint was a burnt husk that crumbled to dust when I nudged it with my foot. In the corner was a small pumpkin with an O carved in it.
I wonder what Cas meant by tonight? Is she safe? Is she coming home? Our parents will be beside themselves if she’s here when they return. I need to get this room cleaned up before that.