Hello, bros. What you’re about to hear might spook you out of your seat. This story is totally true. So, I was busy playing Call of Duty and Five Nights At Freddy’s 9/11 when suddenly something came out from the shadows. It had long claws, red glowing saucer-like eyes, and a raspy voice that was coarse as sandpaper. “Greetings, dear friend. I am the Giga Goblin.” His pale green anorexic yet huge body was probably a big give away. He went into my race car bed and ripped the pillows. Hyper realistic blood started pouring out of the windows. “You are mine now.” My house started to turn into an IHOP. Customers started lining up for pancakes. I was scared, and didn’t know how this was possible. “Glad you could work with me, Alexander.” How could it be possible? He knew my name without me telling it. I tried to run out of the IHOP, but goblins surrounded me with hungry expressions and full wallets. This business was overwhelming, but I started to get the hang of it after a few months. Soon, the walls started leaking syrup. I didn’t take note of it at the time, but than the Giga Goblin pointed it out. “The syrup is what keeps this business standing. We have many different flavors to satisfy all sorts of elves, trolls, and ogres.” He scraped at the wall, and syrup started to flow out. I don’t know how, but it seemed that his face started to melt. He started to laugh at me. “What are you laughing at?” I asked. He coldly responded with 3 chilling words that haunt me to this day. “Good day sir.” He melted away into a laughing skeleton. “Nyeh heh heh! Now I will summon my undead army of the undead! You are finished, out of luck, done for!” His redundancy was horrifying to hear, as he started to tear at the pancakes. “Get out, shoo, scram!” I slowly walked away, looking back at the IHOP that was once my home. Now, I’ve moved on from that failure of mine. I live in an apartment now. But once in a while, I find pancakes at my doorstep. Hot off the griddle.