There (Haunted)

Chapter eight

There's a knock on the front door which awakes me from my sleep, at first I though it was another nightmare and something was going to jump out at me but when I look at my clock I realise I was wrong. It reads 10:02! Damn! That must be Harry, or the horses, what about the horses. I faintly hear my mum say 'she's in her room, still asleep, come in and i'll wake her.' So she does, I hear footsteps climb the stairs and head to my closed door, i'm still siting up in my bed.

"Sweetheart, Harry's here. Get dressed!" She says in her normal calm manor.

"Okay." I say and get up. "Are the horses here yet?" I ask.

"No, they were meant to be round a hour ago, but you were still asleep so I said be round at half ten, is that okay?"

"Yeah thats fine, gives me more time to get ready!" I say and leaves me to get dressed and sorted. I make my bed and get my checked polo shirt along with the rest of my horse riding clothes and equipment. Ten minutes later I am all ready and heading downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs I see Harry with Darcy sitting on the floor and stroking her.

"Hey" I shout.

"Oh hi, your finally up! I thought you were going to take forever!" He teases.

"I just need to grab a croissant then we can head outside to the yard. Okay?"

"Okay." He replies.

I grab my chocolate croissant and warm it up. The only problem with Harry is that he stares at people all the time, its a little iritating! But after 5 minutes the croissant is ready, I take it out of the oven and we head outside with both dogs by our side. We have 45 minutes to get the stable all ready. So we get the hay and straw and make the stables up, ready for the horses. At 10:55 I hear a big truck pull up in our big drive, they're here! Me and Harry look at each other, he gives me a smile, like he's saying 'go on' so I run to the front of the house. This is Harry, he's not going to run after me so he just ponders his way to the front. The truck door opens and out pops Mick, the stables horse box driver, the stable were I used to keep my horses.

"Hey Becca, nice house!" He says with his normal grin in his face.

I like Mick, he's nice. I've known him for over 10 years, since I first learnt to ride, I have all ways liked his bold head, sounds weird but it's really shinny!

"Hello Mick." My mum says.

"Hello Mrs Wright, still getting used to that name, Walker, Wright!" He laughs and heads round to open the doors for the horses.

At this time Harry has caught up. He says hi to Mick and helps him unload the horses. First is Hamaly, the small skewbald (brown and white) shetland pony. He's so cute. He lifts his head as soon as he see's me! Next is Altai, the stunning dark bay thoroughbred. He pricks up his ears and when he's near me he nuzzles me. I hold both of them in each hand and Mick goes in to get my last horse. Harry. Mick leads him out and as soon the the chestnut thoroughbred notices me his head shoots up, his ears fly forward and he goes into a little trot to reach me faster! I've missed them all so much. We say our hello's. My mum ask Mick if he wants to look at the house, so she gives him a tour, leaving me with three happy horses and Harry standing hopelessly.

"Hey called you walk Hamaly to stables?" I ask him.

"Sure, Hamaly's the small one right?" He asks and I nod.

I hand him Hamaly and we walk over to the stables, Harry the horse eager to get to his new home. We walk them into their new home. And I teach Harry how to groom them, he insist on grooming Harry the horse. So he does. Half an hour passes and we finish out making the horses look good so we head to the tack room, I stop outside the door though with a confused look on my face. I look to my right past the bottom paddock to some trees, more like a forrest, where's the fence?