My Pact with the Goblin Queen

By Zsolt Kerekes

Never write the name of Satan because he will come to inspect it! - warning from my grandmother.

 

Never invite a vampire in your house! - warning from the tv series Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

 

When you read this horror story you will not be the only one enjoying it.

 

Fear is the new quantum entanglement.

 

My Pact with the Goblin Queen.

 

She keeps her promises.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zsolt Kerekes
• Release date: Oct 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223905257

Zsolt Kerekes

It seems likely that the next generation of readers will remember me more for 4 little comedic childrens' stories - published on my author site goblinsearch between 2001 and 2004 - than all the many thousands of serious articles I wrote about the computer market in the 10 years before and the 17 years after. It started with a short bedtime story I wrote as a surprise for my godson - Alexander Woyte and the Goblins. Then one thing led to another and I began to self identify myself as writing that kind of thing too.

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Zsolt Kerekes

My Pact with the Goblin Queen

First published by Zsolt Kerekes 2023

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Contents

Preface

My Pact with the Goblin Queen

About the writing of this story - My Pact with the Goblin Queen

Post Script

Notes

About the Author

Also by Zsolt Kerekes

Preface

Do you like horror stories? Who watches over what you read?

I ask this simply out of friendly concern and suggest you consider pausing before you read too much further here because - like a dog drooling in anticipation by your supper tray - an invisible dog mind - Reginara, Queen of the Goblins may be lurking close by.

My warning… which I’m sure you will ignore - just as you ignored so many past admonitions by other self-appointed guardians - I lay at the side of your onward path so as not to impede your own thirsting quest to delve into such matters …be wary, beware, be. What? How can I say it plain out aloud? - without appearing like a raving loony. When all the while inside I’m raging inside - Bollocks! - to such polite implorations.

Look away!

Don’t read them!

Is that clear enough? Not this one or that one which you scrolled away before, or any other. Unless you are content and willing to feed her!

That’s it. Your choice. Now you know.

And how do I know? How did I learn this thing? - you will only discover by reading my story. That’s the futility of my warning. Tread safely now.

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The first time we met… We spoke. Had a quiet conversation. As normal people do. Almost. I remember my exact words.

You get your kicks from watching other people’s suffering? How does that work? I asked her. Ah the dashed boldness which comes from knowing fuck all.

She? Reginara, bored, on her alphabet tour of city suffering.

Me? Call me Stupid. The name fits. Just my luck, to be out this night in Brighton at the tail end of her city sequence:- systematically torturing the blessed letter B’s.

If only I had