The worst storm in living memory had stopped just as Johns light blue Vauxhall Vectra pulled into the moonlit drive. The windscreen wipers shrieked against the glass letting everyone within earshot know that their services were no longer needed.
A gentle hiss came from the mud splattered engine as his brown loafers tentatively slipped into the shallow puddle by the car. "Damn!" He said to himself as he saw that the absense of illumination from the front porch security light. No power! He slammed the door with a little more force than he should have and moved slowly towards the feint image of the doorway.
His right hand fumbled through the many keys on his key chain and he found the right one on the third attempt.
He moved inside into the house and closed the door behind him. The hallway was cold and uninviting.
His breath formed small jet streams in the air in front of him as he exhaled.
He moved forward, feeling his way round the memory of what the room should be like trying to find his way to the kitchen and that cold beer he had promised himself all the way home.
His hands struck pay dirt too early as his right hand hit the open fridge door. "I guess that beer won't be as cold as I'd dreamed of." He thought to himself as he screwed off the top and threw it into the corner of the kitchen in the general direction of the bin.
He glugged back the first few swallows and his senses tingled as an unexpected aroma came to tease the hairs inside his nostrils. He moved towards the cellar door and the stairs that led down to a darkness that he didn't want to visit.
The door creaked as it opened grudgingly, revealing a pungent aroma that made him wretch. He turned his head away and covered his mouth quickly with the back of his hand and that was when he heard it.
A low whistling sound, just on the edge of his hearing.
He moved closer, taking small steps to delay his progress.
The whistling sound stopped and his heart relaxed and started to beat with what he thought was a normal rhythm.
he stood back to close the door when the noise started again, this time louder and with a harshness that made it uncomfortable to the ear.
He turned and made his way slowly inside the cellar, moving his feet slowly down onto each step in turn like a blind man feeling his way.
It took him what seemed like a lifetime to reach the bottom of the stairs but as he reached the bottom he found that the stench was almost unbearable.
The noise stopped!
He stood listening to the sound of his heart pounding in the darkness.
Then, he heard the sound of a match erupting into life as light flooded into the cellar.
Before he could turn, an icy voice chilled him to his very soul.
"Hello! I am the cheese goblin and it's time for you to pay your debts."
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