The Border

One hot summer day, my family and me decided to go camping, I wanted to sleep under the blue, open sky, by myself. I didn't realize this, but I was sleeping on some kind of a border dividing two different properties.

I fell asleep. When midnight came, I woke up by a sound of galloping horses. I saw horsemen approaching the place where I was. They rode black horses and were surrounded by fog. I couldn't see their faces, but under their warn-out hoods I could only see glowing red eyes, and feel the smell of death. I wasn't sure how death smelled like, but death was the first thing that popped into my mind.

They came closer to me and said: "You're sleeping on the forbidden border line!". They started talking and thinking about what they were going to do to me. As they spoke, fog came out of their mouths. I was terrified. They decided to take my legs away. 

One of them said to another: "He is just a kid, eventually we will give him his legs back right?" The other one responded: "Fine, in a year from now come and sleep on this same border line and you will get your legs back." Then they turned around and left.

When I woke up I touched my legs and everything was there, but when I tried to stand up I couldn't. I had forgotten about what had happened the night before. Somehow I couldn't remember.