Day As A Loser
Hello stranger, or whoever it is reading my story. Let me get straight to the point. What I’m going to relate to you is not something that you will believe easily. So when I tell you this story, please keep your mind open to the possibilities of that which I relate to you. Maybe I can offer some ample proof to what I’m going to say, but I really don’t know. Maybe it’s better if you just sent this down and forget about it. You decide.
It started when I was riding my bike to the library. I’ve always loved the air passing me by, the exhilaration that it brings when I pick up speed. The wind whips my hair about in different directions, and my clothing rustles audibly as I lower my head closer to the bike to go faster. Pedals flying almost faster then I could turn my legs; I was got a sufficient amount of speed. I stood up, letting go of the handle bars and swung my arms out, and griped the bike’s seat just below my knees so I can get as high as I can. Lifting my arms to embrace the wind, I close my eyes for a short bit to feel the cold bite lightly at my face and hands. I enjoy it though because cold has never been a major discomfort to me. Knowing that it’s more then a little dangerous, I open my eyes so I can more easily direct my bike on the sidewalk. It wasn’t needed though, being chilly, overcast, and having a general gloomy disposition, very few people were out and about. Looking around me, I could only spot a few cars, and there were no people to speak of that were immediately visible. Dropping back down to my bike, I start pedaling hard, giving myself speed for the last hill ahead. Struggling, panting for breath, and with a large stupid grin on my face I make it over the hill and am now in view of the library. Coasting down the large parking lot, I stop my bike at a bike rack and chain it there. Leaving my helmet by my bike I walk to the large concrete building. Glancing at the signs advertising the next program the library is hosting, I push open the double doors into the foyer. Going through the next set of doors I look around the library. The check out desk was directly to my left, and the biography/nonfiction books were on racks on my right, all the way to the back of the library. Right in the middle are the computers that also reached to the far back, ending at the small teen section. To the left of that, were the adult fiction and the children’s books. However, I knew as soon as I entered that something was wrong. There was no one there. Lights on, doors unlocked, but not a soul in sight. My gaze raked the library thoroughly, but there were no signs of anybody. I just kind of stood there looking around, feeling strange weird in all the silence that I’m not used to in a library. I mean, I know it’s supposed to be quiet, but there’s always the quite murmurings that go on when the librarians not paying attention. I felt a little exhilarated, I must admit, being all alone in what seemed to be an abandoned library. I thought about going back out side and looking around for the reason of the strangeness, but I decided against it when I heard the door open behind me. When I turn around to look however, in walked the most bizarre creature. To this day I don’t have any idea who or what it is. It stood to my waist, maybe three feet above the ground. It wore clothes that looked about a few hundred years out-of-date. Something maybe Tom Sawyer would wear. Going around with hairy, bare feet, like a hobbit or something. But the weirdest thing about it was the skin. The creature looked to be several hundred years old, with its skin as wrinkly as any human at 80 years old. With green skin and huge, thin ears, he reminded me of Dobby, with his nose to boot. But above the non-existent chin, above the thin line that was a mouth, were the eyes. The eyes had something in them that rooted me to the ground and left me staring. The eyes were small, and looked quite weird on the face of overly large features. However, it was IN the eyes that amazed me. they were old, and I don’t know how I know this, but the eyes were like the ones who had lived forever, that had seen far to much for any one person to see. He had eyes that looked into my eyes and somehow saw my heart at the same time, and left me feeling like I was revealing everything to the creature, and left me feeling striped and bare before him. His eyes seemed to change then, into ones that seemed very understanding, like they knew what was going on inside me, all the conflicts I had ever faced seemed to surface and understand in his eyes. And then there was the dismissal, as if I were no more then a bug, a small worthless piece of annoying dust. I was so deep in my thoughts that it took me a moment to realize he was heading down the isle between the non-fiction and the computers. He headed toward the door that lead to the quiet room, where it’s supposed to be totally silent. I ran to keep up with him and walked beside him down the isle, looking at him all the way. He glanced at me, stopped, and stared at me full on again.
“What the heck do you think your doing?” he said. He sounded like an experienced singer with a melodious voice trying to sound disdainful and not quiet making it. Either way though, so warped in my thoughts and still in shock/amazement, I couldn’t come up with the words to speak. I just stared at him dumbly. The creature takes one last look at me before turning away and striding more quickly to the door. I thought I heard “stupid human” as he walked on. I ran to catch up with him and managed a strangled sounding grunt that only slightly sounded like “wait.”
“What are you?” I managed to say as I caught up with him. He glanced at me as he walked and said, “I am a … eh … how do you humans say it … goblin? Yes, yes that’s right, goblin. Blast, or was it gnome? There’s so many … wait no, the gnomes are the bearded ones. So … wait, it was Saurus. No … by the powers! Stupid humans.” The Goblin had now reached the quiet room door and turn to me. “don’t you have something better to do? Check out a book, check out some chicks, check out some cars, whatever you teenagers do.” I started to get a little sense back, enough to ask “what are you doing”, even if it was in the most monotoned voice you could imagine. The Goblin was imedeatly turned on th defenseive, and said “none of you business. This is strictly NOT for humans. Now leave me alone so I can do my work. Hold on, I got an idea.” The goblin put his hands about 3 inches beyong the doornob, and pressed hard on the invisible air. “Perfect” he mutterd. He then proceeded to go through the doorway, closing it behind him. I could see inside a little bit because of a small window that was built into the door, but I could not reach the doornob because of some invisible wall the goblin must have put up. Now that I finally looked inside, I saw that there were three men in black with pistols, one with a shotgun. They gaurded about 10 people inside the room, right in th middle. Their faces were coverd so you could see nothing of them. for some reason, no one registred the goblins presence. The goblin proceeded to take the weapons out of the mens hands, and leaving them dazed, staring at their hands where the weapons dissappeard. There were 5 or 6 well built people there in the room, and once they saw the weapons were miraculasly gone, they jumped onto the men in black. Having the men subdued and their weapons in his arms, the goblin walked back out the door. “here” he said, and gave the mens weapons to me. as I cradled the weapons in my arms dumbly, a few men ran out the door. Seeing me with the weapons, they ran over and quickly thanked me, somehow, I had distracted the men inside and had taken their weapons. I have not quite got the whole story of what happened their, I just know that I saw something someone that no one else did, and it scared me. sense then, I have had the rare glimps of some manner of creature here and there, but never as close up as this.
So there you have it, my story, no matter how unbelievable. It’s up to you to discern, I can tell no more.
