Taken by my Dreams

I woke up drenched in sweat from the nightmare that just swept me away. A hoarse, so tiny that it almost seemed cute. A pure white glowing hoarse with a hint of purity. There was one thing that stood out to me the most about this delicate creature, on the muzzle of the horse, there was a sticky liquid. I took a cautious step forward trying my best not to scare it, I put my hand out to the horse. The horse gladly walked up to my hand and put its nose under my hand. It felt warm to the touch, as a flipped my hand over I saw thick, red, blood. The horse quickly turned on me. Turning into a black demon. It snarled and growled at me as I turned to run, but when I tried running I realized that something was holding my feet to the ground. Finally the horse took a few steps back and charged. My face frozen with fear. I let death come. I became the dead.