The shadowy creature with yellow eyes held something in its hands. It chewed on the object for a few seconds before gulping it down. I watched for a moment before glancing at my bedside table. To my horror, the cookie was gone!
I looked back at the eyes. My heart raced in my chest, and my head pounded. Could it be? Could it be a goblin? After all these years of my grandmother's story, could it be a goblin standing in my room, eating a cookie I had left out on the table?
I paused. A goblin eating a cookie was no small thing. Never give a goblin a cookie. That was one of the first rules Grandma ever told me. I had to think. What would happen if you gave a goblin a cookie? My mind was frozen over with fear. The yellow eyes didn't blink as the goblin took another bite.
Chomp. Chomp.
If you give a goblin a cookie, it will double in size. Even as I thought the words, the eyes shot up to double the height they had been before. With a thud and a thump, the goblin's shadowy arms fell down to the ground at the elbows.
