The St. Valentine's Day Goblin

Hello BOILS AND GHOULS!  I, CREEPS, have a real HEART-WORMING STORY for you.  It's about a woman who gets help on FEBRU-SCARY 14TH from...

Back on the night of St. Valentine's Day, 1920, a young woman put a roast on the dining-room-table of a house somewhere down in Virginia.  A young man was sitting in a chair by the fireplace in the living-room, drinking from a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey as the fire crackled in the fireplace.  "Ralph, supper is ready?" the young woman called to him.  He got up, going to the dining room.  "Mary Anne, I hope this roast is good!" Ralph said to her, sitting down at the table.  As they ate together, Mary Anne poured herself a glass of wine and drank it.  "Why do y'all have the good wine out this evenin' hun?" Ralph asked her, picking at his slice of roast with his fork and knife.  "Ralph, sweetheart, because it's Valentine's Day" Mary Anne answered.  "Oh yeah, I always forget" he mumbled.  "It would be nice to get some flowers from you" Mary Anne said to Ralph.  "Dang it, Mary Anne, what do you want flowers for woman?!" Ralph yelled at her.  "This roast is a little overcooked I think" he carried on about.  Ralph stood up and slapped Anne across her face.  As she screamed in pain, she fell out of her chair.  As she cried on the floor, Ralph grabbed his whiskey and went back into the living room.

Mary Anne got to her feet and hurried upstairs.  She got to a bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting her head in her hands, sobbing.  There was a tapping on the window.  Mary Anne looked up, seeing somebody in a black cloak and hood outside the bedroom-window.  Their face was hidden in shadow, but they called out to her in a man's voice, "ma'am, do you need some help in there?".  "Yes sir., please!!  My Husband Ralph has been abusing me for four years now!" she cried out to him.  Meanwhile, Ralph poked the logs in the fireplace around with a poker.  He then went into the dining room, grunted and took a seat at his dinner plate.  Ralph aggravatingly knocked his plate of food off of the table, causing it to smash on the floor.  "Mary Anne honey, come cleasn this mess up in the dining-room woman!!" he shouted.  Footsteps were then heard in the dining room and Ralph got up from the table turning around with the fireplace-poker.  The man in the black cloak and hood stopped walking, but leaned his face into the light of the lamp in the room.  He was no man, but a goblin having: dark-yellow skin and huge eyes of solid-black.  The monster's nose was rather long, and his flesh resembled melted-wax.  "Who the heck are y'all mister??" Ralph demanded loudly to the thing.  "Good evening, Ralph, your poor Wife Mary Anne informed me about how abusive you are towards her.  I am known as The St. Valentine's Day Goblin" the hooded-monster answered him, introducing itself as.

"GET OUTTA MY HOUSE YOU IDIOT!" Ralph ordered The St. valentine's Day Goblin.  He swung his poker at the goblin, but the creature ducked, driving its massive-claws directly into Ralph's thoat in the shadows of the dining-room.  Ralph choked and slumped his head forward out of the shadows being dead.  The St. Valentine's Day Goblin cackled in a low-pitched tone, with his needle-like fangs visible in the lamp-light.  Mary Anne rushed to the archway of the dining room.  The St. Valentine's Day Goblin cackled away pulling his fanged-face of melting-wax-like flesh of dark-yellow into the shadows.  The monster turned, hoisting Ralph's corpse over his shoulders, and carried it to the dining-room archway.  "Happy Valentine's Day ma'am, your abusive Husband has been taken care of now" The St. Valentine's Day Goblin explained to Mary Anne with her gasping at the sight of the body.  The black hooded and cloaked-monster carried Ralph's body on its shoulders out the front door that was open.  It slammed shut as he laughed deeply.  Mary Anne smiled in relief and looked out one of her living-room-windows.  All she saw was falling snow in the night, but heard the deep-cackling of the goblin.

The St. Valentine's Day Goblin also known as THE ST. VALENTINE'S SLAY GOBLIN went FRIGHT FOR THE THROAT with Ralph eh?  Good thing he helped poor Mary Anne out even though there was not a CLAWS IN HIS CONTRACT to hee-hee-hee.