👀 Have YOU Seen a Slobbler or a Toe Goblin? 👀
For years, people have whispered about Slobblers and Toe Goblins, but no one really believed they were real. Lately, though, strange stories have been popping up. Some say the Slobblers hide in the sky, watching us, while others believe Toe Goblins sneak around, stealing toes in the dead of night. If you’re reading this, you’re one of the few who knows the truth!
📍 Latest Sightings:
📌 Knightdale, NC – Feb 2024: Shadowy figure spotted lurking behind the library. Witness claims it had “Goblin Rizz”.
📌 Durham, NC – March 2024: Mysterious footprints found in wet cement. Too large to be human. Too small to be anything known.
📌 Raleigh, NC – April 2024: Multiple accounts of people waking up missing single socks…and experiencing strange toe cramps.
📌 Chapel Hill, NC – May 2024: “I saw something behind the vegan bakery. It might have been a goblin, but it could have been a kale muffin. It’s hard to be certain.”
📌 Los Angeles, CA– Ongoing: Reports submitted anonymously. Some describe eerie clicking sounds at night. Others claim that their oatmilk latte was prepared by a small green man with glasses who called himself Dinglehoffer.
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I NEVER thought I’d be one of those people—you know, the ones claiming they saw something bizarre. But here I am, writing this with exactly nine and a half toes instead of my usual ten.
It all started when I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange skittering noise. At first, I thought it was my cat, but then I remembered—I don’t own a cat.
I slowly peeked over the edge of my bed… and that’s when I saw it.
A tiny, wrinkly creature with beady little eyes and oversized ears. It had long, gnarled fingers, and most importantly—it was holding a pair of miniature pliers.
I gasped. It gasped back. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity (but was probably five seconds). Then, in a flash, it bolted under my couch, leaving behind the faint smell of cheese puffs and betrayal.
Thinking it was just a weird dream, I shrugged it off and went back to sleep… but when I woke up—my pinky toe was GONE.
Not the whole thing, just the tip.
I don’t know where this Toe Goblin came from. I don’t know if it’ll return. But I do know one thing: I’m sleeping in steel-toe boots from now on.
Stay safe. Protect your feet. They could be next.
Melvin Wrigglesworth
Fort Wayne, Indiana
So, there I was, just minding my own business on the bus, heading home from my very important job at the spandex factory (yes, I make stretchy pants, don’t ask). It was 2 AM, and I must have dozed off for a second when—
TAP. TAP. TAP.
I looked to my left and—BOOM! There he was.
A tiny green creature sitting next to me. He wasn’t exactly a man, but not exactly an animal either. Imagine if a goblin, a very tired hamster, and an old gym sock had a baby. That was him.
And here’s the worst part—he was EATING A WHOLE HEAD OF LETTUCE.
No dressing. No fork. Just straight-up, biting into it like an apple. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. LEAFS EVERYWHERE.
He turned to me, mouth full of lettuce, and said:
👉 “Nice weather we’re having, eh, Melvin?” 👈
WHAT?!
First of all—HOW DOES HE KNOW MY NAME?!
Second—WHY IS HE EATING LETTUCE LIKE THAT?!
I tried to scream, but the bus driver had AirPods in and was completely zoned out to whatever old people listen to.
The goblin gave me this huge, creepy smile, lettuce bits falling out of his mouth, and then—WITHOUT BREAKING EYE CONTACT—he hopped off the seat, pulled the stop cord with his weird little fingers, and jumped off the bus.
And then… he was just gone.
I sat there, covered in lettuce shreds and fear, wondering WHAT HE MEANT BY “SEE YOU ROUND, MEL?”
IS HE COMING BACK? WHY DOES HE THINK WE’RE FRIENDS?
I haven’t slept since. I haven’t eaten lettuce since. I am never taking the bus again.
Clayton, NC – “While I was working from home and on a dull meeting, I dozed off on the couch—just for a minute. When I woke up, something felt off. One sock was completely gone, the other was halfway off my foot… and at the base of my pinky toe? Tiny bite marks. Just as I sat up in a panic, I swear I heard a tiny, frustrated sigh from under the coffee table. I didn’t stick around to investigate and went right back up to my office! Lesson learned: no more naps… and double-layered socks from now on.”