She knows where she is

Emily swiveled her head around to look around where she was at. Her eyes wandered to the shadows of the grass, the open sky, and vast sea of green. The goblin part of her ran into overdrive as the foliage surrounding made her feel small and unprotected.

Danger. Horror. Protection. Need. Want. Now

She scurried like a rat being chased by a hawk. Her breath puffed from her small lungs as the goblin lady ran through the thick grass. Finding a nice little hovel to dive into, Emily took her chance. Using her hands, the goblin began to enlarge the hole. She shifted her body to fit inside, looking out from the dank dirt to the outside world.

She felt the dirt touch her bare skin, not reacting to the coldness or its strange texture. The grass shifted in the wind, nothing else came from it.

"Phew" Emily audibly said. "I was freaking out over nothing." Moving herself out of the place, she did her best to control her emotions. Looking around again. She noticed something familiar about this place.

"Wait, this is Old Henry's farm." She announced. And upon saying that, a voice called out.

"Whose there?" Old Henry called out. Emily saw him through the grass, but from Old Henry's perspective, it was frightening. Red, baseball sized eyes stared straight into the face of Old Henry. The Old man screamed, causing Emily to herself become frightened. Going onto on all four, she ran off into the distance.

"Sorry for scaring you Henry, at least I know where I'm at." She thought.