[ WP ] `` I 'm telling you , there 's something not quite right about that goat . ''

Have you ever noticed how disgusting the eyes of a goat are? They ’ re like hyphens in a sea of slime, unmoving, unchanging, staring with a wide depth that can ’ t become comprehended. I ’ m not saying other parts of the goat are particularly pleasant, but I ’ ve always found these eyes unsettling, as if they ’ re seeing something personal that I don ’ t particularly want them to pay heed to. Not to mention the biblical connotations of these eyes, seeing Satan in their gaze. 
 
 However, goats nowadays are fairly docile. It would be a strange to see a herd of goats participating in a séance to summon the lord of evil himself, though that ’ s exactly what I saw that night. It was dark and stormy, and I was arriving at the scene of a call for some suspicious activity. Now, it ’ s not uncommon to be getting these calls of cults and the extranormal during the spirit of Halloween, so I was hardly concerned. Probably just another group of kids getting a good scare, and an even better laugh out of it. I parked my car, and made sure it was locked. If there were kid messing around, I certainly didn ’ t want them messing around in my vehicle, doing any damage to the interior of my new ride. I moved noisily into the field, announcing my presence, which was further emphasized with the beam of a blinding flashlight which shined from one direction to another in the search of these delinquents. I was not far into the field when I began to hear the rustling of the dried corn. It was then I saw it. 
 
 Not far from the entrance of the field lie a clearing of corn, driven in a curved line, with a straight line cleared further into the crop. Now I ’ ve never been one to believe in crop circles or anything of the like, and this clearing of corn was further evidence of this suspicious activity. I had a feeling I would be finding the kids who took the great idea of not only trespassing, but causing property damage as well. However, I was quickly startled by a bleating to my left, and I saw around the curve a goat eating into the corn crop, in an equally straight line as the one I was staring at. I moved carefully towards the goat, and my movement seemed to startle him. He looked sharply in my direction, and charged full speed, knocking the bright light from my hand, leaving me in the darkness. I felt the pressure of a beast against my chest, and I fell to the ground. 
 
 That was the last thing I had remembered, and when I awoke, I found myself here, in the middle of the corn crop, surrounded by five unhappy looking goats, standing at equal lengths of about six meters away from me in perfect diagonals. The ground was lit only by the light of the moon, yet the eyes of the goats were lit with a light so piercing it was hard to stare. It wasn ’ t until the goats systematically moved closer that I noticed something was very wrong. I ’ m telling you, there was something not right about these goats. I wasn ’ t about to stay around and find out, and I hauled it out of the field as quick as I could, the corn crops burning my skin as it slashed past me. I had no idea which direction I was running, but all I knew was I needed out. Thankfully, after just several minutes, I bounded into the roadside grass, with my new car in plain view, glinting in the blessed moonlight. I ran as quickly as I could towards it, wheezing to my last lungs by the time I arrived. I reached into my pocket to grab the keys, only to find, they were gone. I turned my head back to the corn, to see 10 patches of fire lit eyes slowly advancing towards me from the edges of the corn. 
 
 I pulled on the handle of the car as hard as I could, but the locks would simply not budge. The goats came closer and closer, while I became more and more frightened. As they reached a close distance, they began to charge, bashing my head against the exterior with a resounding thud, and I could tell my car was surely dented. Dammit. As I lay there on the ground in defeat, they came closer, forcing me to stare into their eyes, as if mocking me. 
 
 Have you ever noticed how disgusting the eyes of a goat are? They ’ re like hyphens in a sea of slime, unmoving, unchanging, staring with a wide depth that can ’ t be comprehended. It ’ s no longer simply biblical times where these eyes have haunted the masses of the human population. The goats are back, and they ’ re here with the fury of hell itself. 
 
 Hey, this is one of my first stories, so if you've got anything to help me along, it would be greatly appreciated. It's likely to be overlooked, but if you have any comments to send my way, I would always like to hear them. Thanks! 

