Jumping Goat

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is actually a dream I had, part of the 10 year's old nightmare marathon.
So it is... slightly random.

Submitted: June 28, 2015

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Jumping Goat

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My death was swift enough not to remember any details of it when I woke up next to mr Impure. Well, it wasn't really "Next to him". There was an long que of sinners in front of me, however being dead grants you the gift of patience. Punishment awarding must have been one of mr Impure's areas of expertise, judging by the short time I was admitted.

Mr Impure wore a suit and tie, but that is where the normality ends. His fingers were as long as legs, and looked like clawed branches. There isn't any detail about his head that I could share, as his head was hidden in the smoke. After a long discussion about the gravity of my sins, this is what he offered: "In order for you to atone for your sins, we shall play a game called Jumping Goat. I will return you to the world of living and during the next few years I will occasionally visit you, in order to conduct the punishment." Being a stupid human, I agreed without asking additional questions about the Jumping Goat, the amount of time I can spend in the world of living etc. Not that he looked like someone who would answer.

A good amount of time that I've spent as a returned and repent sinner went by sinless and rather peaceful, so peaceful that I almost forgot where I've been just few months ago. There was no sign of mr Impure's presence either. Few months. But then one day, I was taking a stroll that lead me under a river bridge. There was a man, completely covered with blanket, even though it was rather hot outside. As I approached, he squirmed under the cover, still not revealing any part of his body. "You're one of us.. who accepted that game.." His voice sounded like a xylophone. "He makes it look like he's giving out different punishments, but it truth, it's all the same game." He stopped for few seconds. "Yours is called Jumping Goat, isn't it? Ah.. I've been playing it with mr Impure for quite some time now. This is what is left of me." He pulled of the blanket and revealed the gruesome sight. He was a mere skeleton, and all he had appart from bones were eyes in his skull and heart in the rib cage. "My bones, my eyes and my heart. That means I get to play Jumping Goat three more times and then I'm done. Everytime we play another part of me gets ripped off. See now what kind of game this is?" The fear paralyzed me for few moments, then I started to back away. This is bad, what kind of mind constructs a game so cruel. As I turned around to run, my path and view were blocked by a huge body, dressed like a gentleman. It wrapped his branch like fingers around my torso. "I shall take the skin first."


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