Farmer Finds Missing Horse After 8 Months—When He Gets Closer, A Chill Runs Down His Spine
Loosening his grip slightly, he stepped forward, the sense of wrongness prickling at his skin. Something had followed Thunder home—he had to know what.
The air hung thick, the farm’s stillness pressing down like a weight. Even the wind had died; the trees stood frozen, as if the world was holding its breath. George’s own breathing felt intrusive in the silence.
Thunder snorted softly. The stallion’s ears flicked forward, his head tilting as if listening to some distant sound. George steadied himself. “All right, boy,” he murmured. “Let’s see who’s come back with you.”
He edged closer, step by cautious step, eyes locked on the shadow behind his horse. His mind raced: Coyote? Mountain lion?
But that didn’t fit. If it were dangerous, Thunder would have bolted—or at least shown unease. Yet the stallion stood calm, almost… patient.
At the barn’s edge, George stopped. The light was fading fast. The figure behind Thunder resolved into a vague silhouette, framed by the last pale glow of evening. He squinted, trying to make out the details.
Then the shape moved.
George’s heart lurched as it stepped into view. He braced himself, rake ready—but what emerged was nothing like what he’d expected.
A small creature trotted forward beside Thunder, just enough into the light to show part of itself. Bright, curious eyes met his, free of menace.
George took another step forward—but the creature suddenly darted away, slipping into the tall grass like water into a crack.
Thunder shifted, pawing at the ground. “Thunder, stay!” George barked.
Too late.
The stallion snorted and bolted after the creature, their movement in sync, as if agreeing on a destination only they knew.
