"Maybe it's a sign," she whispered. "I'm up too late, and so are you. We best both get to bed soon. If you stay up too late, you will find yourself a goblin's toy."

Going to bed too late and getting up too early were just two of the things that might call a goblin in the home, according to Grandma. I knew she was wrong because there were plenty of times I stayed up late, and goblins never appeared. That was because goblins didn't exist.

Like all the people in the market always said, Grandma just wasn't quite right in the head.

"Alright, another time, another place, nothing will be lost for one night's sleep," Grandma said as she closed the book. "What do you think? Do you want me to keep going?"

"You could," I yawned. "I could stay up all night listening to your stories."

"Liar," Grandma chuckled, shaking her head. "Remember—"

"Lying with call goblins to the house," I said, shaking my head.

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