Mr. Ghoulin

Mr. Ghoulin was a meek man I visited every time school was shit. I met him after I fell over in front his door step drunk, trying to make my way home one night. I woke up on his couch; at first I was afraid for he isn’t the most friendly looking man, but when I told him about what had happened before he found me, he listened. I barely knew anyone who actually listened to me. My parents only give me attention when they are mad at me, never really wanted to listen about the shit I have to go through at school. They don’t even know Mr. Ghoulin and never question where I have been when I have visited him, except when they’re already angry and need something to vent on. Mr. Ghoulin not only listened, but possibly related with me as well, as from looking at his house he seemed quite lonely himself. This would all change and I’d never know Mr. Ghoulin again.

I came round to his house with a story of how I took on three kids in a fight and had gotten withdrawn from lessons because of it. Mr. Ghoulin listen to my problems as he usually did; then for the first time he wanted to tell me about his problems. I really wanted to hear about him so badly, as he had sort of become an inspiration to me. What he told me was sinister, foul and unpleasant. I can barely remember exactly what he said but I remember he acted quite discreet seemingly trying to hide something, while he crept closer and closer to me.

I said I needed to go home, trying to escape, but he held me down onto my chair continuing with his story that I was no longer paying attention to as I was too perplexed and scared to listen.

I could take it no longer, I kicked him off me and ran for the door. It was locked. I ran upstairs to hide or escape out a window. While running up the stairs I saw Mr. Ghoulin with a spade trotting down the hallway. Soon there was a whole bout inside the house of Mr. Ghoulin as I couldn’t find a way to escape while he could find a way to reach me. It was his house, he knew every hiding place. I was scared beyond belief, was he actually going to kill me? I turned up in the living room tripped and couldn’t bring myself to stand up I was so scared. While I winced on the floor, I heard the police cry from outside and make there way into the house. Mr. Ghoulin immediately surrendered, and I was helped up by an officer.  That was the last I ever spent time with Mr. Ghoulin, unless he comes back for me, something that haunts me everyday. I was luckily saved that time though, I never knew who called the police.