I lived on my uncles farm, and every night I'd be the one to make sure all the horses were put in the stables. Yet almost every night I'd hear the sound of a horse running outside my window. I knew that it was my uncle who just wanted to take some late night rides, which wasn't all to uncommon as he said it helped clear his mind. But it only started to bother me after I found my uncle mauled to death by some savage animal. The doctors chalked it up to a tragic accident. Yet I cant help but be terrified. Even though he was gone I still had my various jobs, but the worst was locking the stables, because no matter how many locks I added, I still heard the horse outside. I fear it knows im here, god help me.
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my short stories
Horrorim going to write these as i think of them. constructive criticism is very welcome, just dont be mean!
