Mkhululi Ncube “Once inside the goblins start caressing us all over the body. They touch your head, shoulder, waist and stomach like someone caressing her boyfriend. You feel it in your sleep but you cannot wake up to fight it off.
Once awake, we find the doors open.” IN the hushed hours at Gwambe Clinic, a terror far more chilling than flesh and blood stalked the police stationed there. It was not a rogue with a weapon, but something far more insidious — a feminine hunger that clawed its way through locked doors.
For a year, whispers of the night plagued these officers. They spoke of unseen figures, cold and impossibly beautiful creatures, who slithered into their dreams. These phantoms offered a pleasure so exquisite, so soul-deep and it left them drained, and shivering in the pale dawn.
The only evidence of the unnatural would be an ajar door and a terrifying emptiness. “Once inside the goblins start caressing us all over the body. They touch your head, shoulder, waist, and stomach like someone caressing her boyfriend.
You feel it in your sleep but you cannot wake up to fight it off. Once awake, we find the doors open. After waking up sometimes we pray but as soon as we sleep we will hear knocks on the windows and the episodes begin again.
We suspect these are female goblins and their only interest is sex with males,” said one of the affected officers. There was a charged meeting on Wednesday as Bulilima Ward Two residents in Matabeleland South province voiced th.
