Brigid and the Goblin

What follows is a story I wrote to my sister, Brigid, and my cousin Kathleen several years ago about the events that followed one particular Christmas.  Sadly neither remembers the details of that disturbing night; although I myself spend every waking hour trying to purge the memory from my mind’s eye.  I can wholeheartedly attest to their veracity, disturbing though they may be.

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