Beginning
In a place called Pine Lake Resort in Carnforth, England. It was where the story begins; A British family from Manchester were staying at a small camping spot.
The location of the camping spot was near the row of the log cabin resort for a two-week vacation to celebrate their anniversary.
Their boy who was fourteen years old, had been spending the first week of their vacation, either reading a book or playing video games on his game-boy at night. He also spent time playing with some kids within the camp. But there was one night that would change.
It was on a Saturday evening. Brian Crichton was sitting inside his tent. His mother and father were enjoying a small gathering in one of the resort’s big cabins.
At around 11:00 p.m., the fourteen year old boy was getting ready to sleep in his sleeping bag. Brian was closing his sleeping bag when he heard something outside his tent. The noise was coming from the deep end of the lake as if a big fish had come up from the surface and splashed loudly.
Another splashing sound came after another splashing. The noise of splashing continued like someone was crossing the water. Brian thought it odd for someone to cross the lake at this time of the night.
Curious to know what was splashing in the lake, he crawled out of his sleeping bag. Moving across the tent to the zipper door, Brian reached out to unzip the door to check it out.
Once the zip door was open, Brian stuck his head out; he turned his head to look around to see if it was a bear or an animal of sorts passing through to get a drink of water. What he saw wasn’t animal at all.
But in the lake, there was a big menacing, figure. This figure was dressed up like he was a barbaric warrior from a history book. Walking towards the shallow waters, this man walked out of the lake and onto the dry land.
From Brian’s view at a distance, he guessed, this man was over seven foot, four metres tall. The man was dressed in black medieval attire, with padding that looked like an armour suit. His sword was sheathed at his back with two axes attached on each side of his hips; he was holding a burning torch in his right hand and had his left hand free.
The man’s face was painted in the colour of swampy green. With his wild hair sitting back on his head, the man bore gleaming red eyes. It was like the man was wearing red eye contact lenses. His teeth were filed into fangs stained pink from whatever he killed before he appeared from the lake.
From the looks of him, the figure was frightening. So frightening that people who saw him in broad daylight would think he resembled a live goblin man or a big, bad orc-like creature anyone would see in a fairy-tale book. His free hand was covered by an armoured gauntlet with black pointed claws to add to the veracity of his appearance.
Slowly but silently Brian crawled out of his tent. He stood up to watch this Goblin man, curious to know what the figure was doing. The man stopped in his tracks and turned his head sideways. He looked to the left and to the right when he looked around for someone to kill.
All of a sudden, his attention looked upon the lights, shining from the resort’s large cabins’ windows. Seeing that the cabin was ripe with people he could kill, the figure drew a smirk upon his face. It was as if he had a murderous taste for blood. He developed the urge to sneak into the large cabin and slaughter any of the resort’s guests in sight.
In his mind, Brian thought that the man might just do that. Or worse yet, he might seal up the doors. He burn the large cabin to the ground, burning everyone inside the place alive. Then this figure might do something bloody to those who were still in their tents on the other side. These actions would have been a scary enough way to leave a mark on the resort.
It could even make an urban legend out of his actions on the whole place, shutting it down permanently. The man’s behaviour was like a maniac who had enjoyed killing too much in his life.
As he stood watching the man slowly approach the cabin, Brian started to fear the worst. Scared that harm might come upon his parents, he knew he had to do something to save them. So he turned himself around and crawled back into his tent through the tent flaps. It was as if Brian was going to hide but he didn’t. Instead, he crawled over and dug into his bag on the side of his sleeping bag. Pulling out a few of his fireworks rockets and their stands from the bag, he crawled out through the flaps.
He planned to set off some fireworks to alert security or any of the attendees in the other cabins. He was hoping that if any security personnel came out to see the fireworks, they would also see the Goblin man outside and stop him before he could step into the resort’s log cabin and kill his parents or any of the guests.
But then he realised one small problem: he needed a lighter. Remembering his father’s signalling equipment, Brian rushed over to his parents’ tent; he placed the fireworks aside before he unzipped the tent flaps. Once he crawled inside the tent, Brian turned on the light to find his father’s bag in the corner near the sleeping bags.
Brian pulled the bag out through the tent flaps. Once he got the bag open, Brian turned it over. He emptied the bag to find a compass, and a pocket knife, a first aid kit but what he also found was his dad’s lighter with a few flare rockets that his dad must have packed at the last minute.
Tossing the bag on the ground he reached down to grab what he came for. He grabbed the lighter before he straightened himself to turn around to find where the maniac wild man went.
There was that maniac in sight. Walking away from the body of what looked to be a security person or something, the man was only halfway towards the back door of the resort’s large cabin. As he reached up with his left hand, the Goblin man drew a sword out when all of a sudden a councillor appeared from the corner.
When he saw the man standing in the open view, the councillor approached the Goblin man. On approach, the councillor spoke out. “A little early for Halloween is it, sir?” he asked but the man didn’t answer, he just stood there when the councillor asked another question.
He asked the man who he was and the question went unanswered. But when the Councillor asked what he had in his hands, the Goblin man simply raised his arm holding the sword.Just as the councillor saw the sword, he was about to talk the Goblin man down. He just struck out, killing the councillor with a strike upon his shoulder.
Suddenly a female councillor appeared from the other corner to see the armed goblin man standing in front of her struck-down colleague; the Goblin man brandished his sword and thrust the point of his sword into the female’s chest before she could scream for help.
It was a shocking sight to see as Brian stood on the spot. To Brian’s view, this wasn’t a staged performance or a trick or some sort of fairy tale gag. This was all happening on this night of all nights; two of the resort’s councillors were killed along with a security guard. And worse yet there was nothing that separated the homicidal maniac from the location of his target.
Without any choice but to set his plan in motion, Brian grabbed the fireworks from the ground and planted its stands a short distance from his tent. Once the stands were set in place, Brian set up at least two sets of fireworks in place before he lit the fuse of each one of them.
He lit the fuses two of the rockets next, in their stands before he stood away from them. After a few seconds, the fireworks rockets shot right into the air first before the fireworks.
One by one, the rockets blew up; making large bangs that alerted the people inside the Resort to the noise outside. It also lit up the skies above the resort, alerting all personnel. Each of the fireworks shot out and lit the skies like beacons in the air. But more, it attracted the Goblin man’s attention.
Turning himself away from the cabin to look for the source of those fireworks, the Goblin man looked around to see the boy who sat off the fireworks. Realising that he’d been exposed, the Goblin man became angry. He drew his lips to reveal his teeth and let out an angry growl at the boy in the distance.
With his nostrils flaring, the maniac started walking towards him with a murderous rage upon him. Brian was scared. The Goblin man locked his eyes on him. Brian’s heart was pumping in his chest. Pump, pump, pump, pump. Brian staggered away in fear of the Goblin man.
When a thirteen-year-old girl and a few of her girlfriends appeared from behind a few trees, they saw the Goblin maniac in plain view coming towards his camp. They all screamed and ran away to get help without realising that the maniac was coming towards the fourteen year old boy.
When his feet suddenly knocked one of the flares on the ground past, Brian looked down to see the flares on the ground next to the rest of his father’s stuff. Seeing the few flare rockets near his feet, Brian knew then that he would have to either use the flares or wind up as another victim. So he picked up the flare rocket and pulled the pin out from it.
Holding the rocket barrel in his hands, Brian aimed the flare rocket at the approaching Goblin man before it fired. Bang!! The Flare flew straight into the Goblin man’s torch.
It blew up instantly. But that was not all, the sparks of the exploding torch landed on the side of the Goblin man’s hair and painted face, catching on fire before it started burning.
The man himself let out a god-awful scream as the flames burned into his painted face and hair, singing it in seconds. It happened to the sight of the resort’s guests who stepped outside after hearing the loud fireworks. They saw the screaming barbaric stranger wielding his bloody sword about whilst the side of his head was on fire before he dropped it on the ground and then ran towards the water of the lake.
The maniac stranger splashed across the shallow waters, Brian stood watching the man go off. After a few seconds, the Goblin man went deeper into the lake; he dove in to put out the fire on his head when a car with two of the resort’s armed security operatives arrived at Brian’s campsite.
From inside their car, the operatives saw the Goblin man in plain view; they stepped out of their doors with their torches before he disappeared into the water. Each drawing their service pistols out, the two security men went to the lake edge.
They each pointed their pistols out at the lake as they shined their torches out looking for the trespasser in case he would attack again. But the two operatives found that he was gone, never to be seen again.
Soon after that Brian’s parents had arrived and called out to him. Brian turned around to see them before he dropped the empty flair tube and ran out towards them. When he met their embrace, Brian’s father embraced him whilst he looked out for the psycho who had attempted to kill his son for setting off those fireworks to warn the resort of the would-be murderer’s presence.
The next day, the police arrived at the resort along with a team of crime scene experts and security escorts. The team investigated the crime scene itself, collecting the sword from the campsite for a thorough examination.
Brian was later hailed as a hero to the resort’s guests. But his parents packed their things and his things as well so they could leave the resort to go to a nearby hotel since the resort’s area wasn’t safe.
Brian and some of the witnesses of the resort would tell the story of the scar-faced Goblin man who was roaming about in the far-off area or near the lakes. The Scar-faced Goblin man of Pine Lake Resort, Warton, Carnforth.
Weeks had passed since the local police had patrols engage in the hunt in the forests for the sadistic Goblin man who was responsible for three murders; sadly they gave up the search after a while and found no evidence of his blood or his skin. Not anything that might tell the police or local authorities who he was.
The newspapers wrote a dozen stories about this goblin man, declaring that he was a psychotic mountain hermit.
Other news reports stated that he was a mentally unstable patient who decided to dress up as a Goblin man to act out his dark fantasies.
But Brian himself and his family couldn’t get over what had happened that night and they each knew that it would haunt each of them for the rest of their lives.
Knowing the Wild Goblin man was still out there, crazy and bloodthirsty for vengeance on the boy who burned the side of his face with the flare.
The end.
