the horse [FINISHED]

~Chapter 3 - Day 3~

The third day. The horse was still in the yard. The night before was filled with restless stirring. The horse had gotten inside again, but before sunrise disappeared outside.

Peter had also decided that he needed to get rid of the horse. It was starting to creep him out.

The morning had a chill breeze. A low fog hung over the town. Lois was frying eggs as everyone else woke up and joined her downstairs. She turned on the TV. Letting Tom Tucker, the face of channel five news, fill the still and silent morning.

Peter grabbed his coffee and started on the newspaper. Preparing himself to get rid of The Horse. He could only hope that The Horse would move and do as told.

The short but brilliant child entered the kitchen, climbing up into his booster seat as Lois started on his oatmeal after placing the finished foods on the table. Chris and Meg grabbed the fluffy eggs as Brian went after the bacon. Peter had gotten his own plate of pancakes, which he scarfed down as fast as he could.

After he finished, he said goodbye to the elder and middle child as he knew he wouldn't be in by the time they went to school.

Peter got up from his chair, making a screech as the table and chair were dragged against the ground from his weight.
He grabbed his brown jacket and walked out into the back yard. The grass was covered in dew, making his shoes wet as he walked to The Horse. The Horse was bigger than yesterday. It had much more meat on it.

Lois watched from the window as Peter grabbed the end of the ropes connected to The Horses neck and started to drag it around to the front of the house.

As Peter got it in its cage on wheels, The Horse looked at Lois through the thin glass that seperated them. The sudden patter of water falling on the window woke Lois from her daydream. The rain was refreshing from the summer sun, yet it seemed wrong.

Lois looked at the sky, the sun which had shone dimly before was now clouded over fully. Obstructed from her view. Atleast the rain would water the garden.

Lois grabbed her coat and gym bag, preparing for another day. "Maybe the rain can wash away this nightmare." She thought as she stepped into the icy fog that clouded the town of Quahog. She walked to her car, a sanctuary of warmth for today, and started driving.

Stewie had found that his time machine, while broken, its parts could be combined into a onetime go back. A full redo of any situation. The goop was sustained by feeding off a rat Stewie found. This allowed Stewie to research it more.

The goop seemed to be resistant or almost immune to frost and cold but highly susceptible to fire. A small mistake when welding almost obliterated the entire sample. Since the Stewie had locked it in an airtight glass box.

Stewie watched through his bedroom window as both Peter and Lois drove in seperate directions. This could give him enough time to both steal some animal crackers out from the cupboards and get some more building components. His feelings only grew as The Horse left.
Could he stop what he felt was coming? He didn't know.

He got up from his red chair with mismatched yellow and blue legs and walked over to the stairs. The trip down was tricky, he stumbled quite a few times. At the bottom of the stairs, he jumped onto the
sea-colored carpet. The walk to the kitchen was short and when he got into the kitchen, he saw Brian "working" on a new book.

Stewie scaled up the counter like it was a mountain, reaching the top cupboards where his animals crackers lay. As he grabbed them he looked to his left, towards the fridge.

On it was a note, detailing the code to an apparent bunker in the back yard.

"How has no one seen this?" He thought, "well, I suppose that only Lois and the Fatman use the fridge and the Fatman only gets alcohol from it."

Stewie tucked the animal crackers into his overalls and grabbed the note. Following its instructions to the backyard. Near the tree was a rock that had hinges on it. Lifting it up, it showed a pinpad that was weathered although unused.

Typing in the code, 04-03-58, opened a panel on the grass ground, revealing a latter down.

When Stewie jumped down inside, he realized that the bunker had literally never been opened. The power generators haven't started yet. The materials of the bunker were rare and dust free. It had several rooms and mimicked the house they lived in, minus the lack of pictures and the added food and water warehouses.

There was a large computer, monitoring the house from both inside and outside. Next to it, a safe. The code was the same as the one to open the bunker. Stewie reached inside, finding a old leather book and thousands of US dollars.

The leather book, hundreds of years old. Several generations of the Pewterschmidt bloodline. The pages at the start were old and somewhat torn, but still put together. Preserved. It detailed the curse. How The Horse had tortured many generations of the family, killing many.

The book detailed the stages of those who survived or got the chances to write before death. How no family lasted more than 6 days. The stages of The Horses arrival and preparation for the slaughter.

Stage 1: The Arrival
Stage 2: Bloodshed
Stage 3: Sacrifice Of The Family
Stage 4: The Taking

Stewie noticed both the first stages, when they happened and how. The strange things that had happened seince the arrival. Lois and her stange behavior. Stewie now knew, the next stage would happen soon and he had to be ready.

When Lois got home, dinner was started. Peter returned earlier, without the horse. Stewie had left the bunker, closing it behind him and making sure to hide it from the rest of the family. This dinner had actual speaking. The family actually felt normal again. Like a brick lifted off their chest.

They went to bed happy, all but Stewie who stayed up building. He wrote schematics, worked on his machines, and sang songs by Michael Jackson.

Brian was downstairs drinking on the couch, in the darkness. He didn't notice the locked door handle open. He didn't see the silent horse make its way in. He didn't feel when it ripped into his gut, separating his lower body from his upper body.

That night, a lump of red fur, and a dog collar started a trail of blood that ran outside the locked door to the house. That night, the horse fed off grass in the backyard.

That night, the third Omen came true.