Story #738 Anonymous MENTOR MEETS THE GOATMAN My mentor went out on a call from a woman who said something kept harassing her. He came and got me, we camped out on the darkest part of her property. About the fourth night, just before full moon, we had some activity. We werent in a tent, we had an open-air camp. Something came up from the creek and stopped just outside the perimeter of our camp. I could hear it walking around and it stank horribly! Every once in a while I saw either yellow or red eyes flash in the darkness. Mentor just kept preparing and praying. I sang and played my flute. I sing songs about the good angels and strong spirits that never sleep. Whatever was out there hated my songs and tried to choke me with dust. In the morning, it left a sticky, brown pee where I heard it walking. Mentor salted it down and we off inspecting. We found what looked like a piece of scalp down by the creek. My guess is that it was stolen from a grave. All night we kept watch. It finally showed up and was screaming at us. Whispers started coming through the trees around us, and owls gathered. We were about to have it out! Many things happen in a fight, too much to tell. The Goatman came up close enough for us to see it. I think it was trying to give us one last scare. He had big horns, a dark torso, human thighs, and hooves. His face was hideous! I smelled something like burnt tar, burnt hair, sulfur, and an oily, sweaty scent. It was putrid! Mentor had some lilac water and other medic we carry. My hand got numb but I had to help. Flashes of light was all around us. We kept vigil until the Goatman backed off down toward the creek but he couldnt cross it. Something tall and a misty white was standing down there. He wouldnt go near it! I heard bells coming from the north. Then the Goatman turned and trotted off to the south. We waited until sunrise then followed his tracks. They stopped about a half mile from the ladys home. We told her to set a rule that nobody is to come on her property drunk, high, or have bad intentions. We had the feeling thats what the Goatman, although banished, would be waiting for so he could get back in. Mentor believes the ladys property is the resting place of either one or several old medicine doctors. Perhaps a family of them. Something is there that he wants really bad. We walked the property with the lady and she has no more fear. She adopted a puppy thats part wolf. Mentor believes that pets can be trained and their owners can be taught to read the supernatural together. Thatd be an even stronger defense. She said the Goatman never came back but once in a while shell catch a brief whiff of burnt tar. She knows he still wants in but cant come back as long as shes onto him. She put up a sign on her gate that no drunks or panhandlers are allowed. Her new dog is there and well help her if she ever needs us.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 08:00:09 +0000
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