[NARANDA]

Of course! Just didn't want this fella to be forgotten is all.

[GrimmSaber]

Yea, I really like the stories you all Made so I might make a special ghost horse for each of you with their own little twist that I would look at your account for.

[GrimmSaber]

Username: Mrs. M
Show name: I'll Dance on your Grave
Barn name: Cryptic
Age: 2 at the time of death, now, too many years have passed, I have forgotten
Gender: stallion
Body Color: White with abnormal overo
Eye Color: red
Halter Colors: Orange and black
Short story:

"C'mon M'lady! Tell us about that old masoluem that's shaped like a horse. Y'know, the one in the old graveyard." the ruddy boy asked in an old English accent as he pleaded with the groundskeeper, a little old lady in her 80's, plump and silver headed with warm eyes and lots of wrinkles.
The groundskeeper smiled as she shook her head, " I'm afraid that's too scary of a tale a'fer 'unginns like yerselves."
"Please Granny, tell us, I ain't 'fraid of no ghost!" pleaded the oldes of the group of boys.
"Awe righty then. If'n yer brave 'nough." she said as she say back on her porch that overlooked the graveyard. Her old eyes focused on the horse statue as she drew a deep breath. " many year ago, when I was just knee high to a grasshopper, my pappy owned a beautiful, pure white stallion. This stallion was a spirited one and a show winner at that. He was at the time, the stallion worth the most money and the cocky horse seemed ta know it too. Sure, there were many offers to buy him, but my pappy refused them all. I wish now that my pappy had of sold that horse. Things would have been better if he had..." she sighed as the memories flooded her old worn mind.
"Late one night we heard a knock at the door. Now my pappy went to the door and opened it and we heard him say NO! THE DARN HORSE IS NOT FER SALE! and slam the door shut. I didn't know what was going on, but I looked out the window and saw a man in a black robe staring at me from near the barn. It's like I was in a trance. I couldn't move. He had somehow drawn something in the dirt around the barn and started chanting something. All of a sudden, I saw eerie lights and shadows enter the barn. I heard the stallion scream and the man vanished. I blinked my eyes after a few minutes, and as I snapped out of the trance, it was morning. I ran out to where my pappy was in the barn. He was scratching his head as he watched something in the barn. I looked and saw that the stallion was acting strange, he was kicking the stall and baring his teeth as his ears were flat against the stall and the whites of his eyes shown. It was like there was something there We couldn't see. That horse was never the same again. It was like a demon was eating him from the inside out as black patches began to show on his whore pelt. He acted as if something was chasing him, he ran constantly, not even eating. Soon he became so crazy that my pappy ended up shooting the poor thing to end it's misery. He couldn't bear it any longer. He was hoping that it would get better."

"What happened then granny?" the boy asked, his eyes as wide as a half dollar piece.

" we buried him in the cemetary, right under that statue. But that wasn't the end of him. Every night on a full moon, you can see him...well, his ghost, as he runs his old homestead. Nothing but fear in his red eyes and demons following him, hot on his tail as he forever runs, trying to get away. Doomed to a fate of being chased as eternity rolls on. Some say that he will even lash out at anyone standing in his path." the granny said as she cackled, a sharp scream of a stallion coming from the graveyard as the boys bolted for the safety of home.

Congrats! You won him!

[.Survivor.]

AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I had to do a double take!



Thank you so much!!!!!!!!

[GrimmSaber]

Your very welcome!

[Cousin]

Yea, I really like the stories you all Made so I might make a special ghost horse for each of you with their own little twist that I would look at your account for.

Awesome