The horse turned back. It’s beady black eyes stared us. We froze. Unable to escape. Instead of pouncing on us, it neared us. TAP. TAP. TAP. The tapping only became louder as it neared us. It circled us. “Run!” Philip commanded, “Now’s our chance!”
I was still frozen. He pulled me and took me downstairs. We ran straight into the dining room. Philip grabbed hold of a flashlight. I rushed to the refrigerator to have a drink. “It’s no time for that!” Philip yelled. “Drinks break!”, I replied, gulping two sips of orange juice from a bottle. I might sound silly, but I was so scared! Philip held the flashlight as we headed upstairs. His hand was still trembling. His hand was trembling badly, so was the torchlight’s beam.
To our horror, the horse was still there. Waiting for us. It’s savage eyes glowed in anger- staring us. Philip pointed the torch straight on the eyes of the mare. The light blinded the horse. The horse came running- headed for us! It stamped Philip straight on his chest. Philip was thrown away. The horse pinned him and readied itself to stamp on Philip’s face. The glow became more intense. I wanted to save Philip. But how? I gazed all around the passage.
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Galloping in to trouble
Teen FictionElsa, the elder sister of Philip, 7, is constantly tortured by her brother. Philip loves to play pranks on her. However, one of his pranks backfires. What happens next? Read to know!!!
