Get the illegal stuff into the hands of someone who honestly knew nothing and couldn’t point any fingers. Maybe Jerry and this guy Crawford worked it out that they’d get an innocent bystander (a patsy) to move the goods. How much was Jerry making on this delivery? Would it be beneath Jerry to pocket a few grand for a sideshow like this? Maybe. Jerry just told me to get it to Goblin by midnight. And Jerry certainly didn’t want a driver-in-the-dark saying, I had no idea what was in it. right? Jerry didn’t want that happening any more than Tom did. Jerry must have gone over all that with this Dean Crawford of 726 Rolling Hills Drive. He didn’t want to think so and he actually didn’t believe that was the case. Could the unfathomably heavy box be a hundred and ten pounds of. He knew a guy back when he started driving, a grizzly sort named Wernor Mount, who got ten years for driving a hundred and something pounds of- 110 lbs. After sixteen years of successfully avoiding all the seedy shit, he wasn’t interested in transporting drugs no matter how good the money. He knew a bunch of drivers who sniffed cocaine to stay awake-hell, there were even guys blowing lines for full three-hour runs-but he ran a pretty clean ship himself. Was he delivering something illegal? Sounded like it. What was with the loony-tunes instructions? Seriously.

Tom rolled the window down partway and thought he could smell a storm coming. giving him some time to drive the additional twelve miles from the city gates to 726 Rolling Hills Drive. At an average of eighty miles an hour for seventy-two miles, with some give or take here and there, he ought to pass between the topiaries at exactly eleven forty-five. He popped in a cassette tape, smoked the butt end of a cigarette he’d hidden in the ashtray, and figured he’d reach Goblin by eleven forty-five. And sixteen years of driving trucks had given him an excellent sense of timing, if nothing else. He’d made it out of the lot by ten fifty-two and the map told him Goblin was actually seventy-two miles away. He started the drive on edge but didn’t really know it.

Welcome to Goblin.Īnd here's a segment from Goblin's prologue: These six novellas tell the story of a place where the rain is always falling, nighttime is always near, and your darkest fears and desires await. But with the master storyteller Josh Malerman as your tour guide, you’ll discover the secrets that hide behind its closed doors. But first! The synopsis: Goblin seems like any other ordinary small town. We're very proud to exclusively debut this excerpt from the prologue of Goblin, the new horror 'novel in six novellas' from Bird Box author Josh Malerman.