When I was 11 years old my horse died of cancer. I cried my eyes out and was sad for days. About two weeks after her death, I was walking with my friend, Lana. I went around to her house for a while until nine o’clock then I decided to go home. Lana was my neighbor and she has a horse too and we used to go riding together.
When I was walking across the paddocks I saw a white figure in my horse paddock where my horse was buried. The figure was in the shape of a horse and when I got nearer it turned its head and started running towards me. When it was about 10 feet away from me it faded away. I was really scared and I had to go through that paddock to get back to my house.
As I walked through the paddock I kept having this feeling that I wasn’t alone. I turned around and there was this horses head right behind me. I screamed and ran as fast as I could. But who can out run a horse? I tripped and fell over. I laid on my back and screamed as the horse reared up and and it was bringing its feet onto my chest, they kind of went through me and the horse faded away. I ran back to the safety of my home and huddled in a corner in my room.
The next morning I woke up and had a shower. As I was getting changed in the bathroom I had all this bruising along my arms and across my neck and chest. I had no idea how I got them but as soon as I saw them I saw a tall, black figure standing in the corner of the room. When I looked again there was nothing there.
A few more weeks after that I got another horse called Sea-Legs. As soon as I put her in our paddock I felt the presence weaken but it was still there. I will never go into that paddock alone anymore but I will never forget that night either. But ever since that day I have felt that I am not alone and something/someone will always be with me. And something in my head says something is watching my every step in life, until I get taken by him.
I believe in the devil and I also believe in hell and heaven, but now I am 13 and am totally into the supernatural.
Written by Beatrice Priestley, Copyright 2009