On that very night when the fern blooms — I’m just retelling what has been compiled in fairy tales by local people — the mermaids, wood and house goblins, werewolves, nixes, and different kinds of ghosts and sorcerers gathered together.

I don't believe in ghosts and goblins.

Tom is a goblin.

I dreamed last night that I was chased all around by a fearful goblin with a big layer cake for a head.

There are exactly two goblins who each hate every wizard.

He gave his sudden, goblin like grin.

The goblins grinned gruesomely.

The Lord Gro covered his face with his mantle and wept to hear and behold the divine Pavane; for as ghosts rearisen it raised up for him old happy half-forgotten days in Goblinland, before he had conspired against King Gaslark and been driven forth from his dear native land, an exile in waterish Witchland.

So what if I am a goblin?

While trick-or-treaters make their way across Washington on Sunday in search of Halloween candy, the White House is departing from its annual tradition and is closing its doors to little ghosts and goblins looking for treats.