The graveyard goat!

Ok, So I have been out n on the drink, as usual - but nothing much has really happened of note and I suppose its time I wrote something in here, so my friend suggested I needed to share this with the world -

I was probably around 14 or so when this happened, however it was weird, so it stays in my mind pretty well!
It was a perfect horror movie night, the sky was a really dark shade of blue, almost black, but not quite. There was a ground mist, an almost full moon sitting low in the sky. And for some reason I was walking into the neighbouring village! This route took me past an old chapel and its graveyard, in which lived a goat. So on this particularly creepy night, walking past this graveyard - the goat looks up at me, staring - he is scuffing and kicking at a broken gravestone, which looks like a hand could reach up from it, evil dead style, and in all honesty the goat looks kinda mean. I feel a shiver down my spine, and get that weird feeling in my gut, you know the one? You get it when something isn't quite right....

When out of no-where, the somewhat evil looking  goat belches at me! This of course, ruins the creepy atmosphere of the evening!

So, its not a hugely crazy story, but Amber pissed herself when I told her, and wanted me to write it - Therefore, this is for her! My lovable <>