Dear readers, your intrepid author will level with you: I don't love scary movies. I'm a total baby. Creepy, horrifying, bloody, bewitching... It all makes me nervous. If someone recommends a film to me that teeters on a little too scary, I'll probably just avoid it, or watch it at home with all the lights on and the ability to cover my eyes and mumble to my wife, "Oh god, tell me when it's overrrrr."
I mean, seriously, look at this dude's horns. Something about a goat's weird little beard, windy horns, and square pupils is just so fucking cute. I know he's supposed to be Satan, but don't you just wanna feed him some oats and take him for a walk?
There's a bit of a debate about precisely when goats featured into the history of New England and witchcraft, as debated here in this Slate article. There aren't a lot of early records of the witch trials from colonial times, largely due in part to time and shame.
So nobody was running around in the 1600s accusing specifically goats of anything, but the general chaos and fear that warped people's minds in colonial New England was its own thing regardless. It's a bit of a chicken and egg thing (or, uh, goat and goat thing?) about whether goats just have this weirdness about them, or whether we've built that up due to Church of Satan associations. Do I like goats because they're goats or do I like goats because they're associated with generally bizarre things? Either way, a cute horned goat friend in a pasture or as ink on my body is in my future.