BLACK HORSE - STEED OF SILENCE & PRIDE

TITLE: BLACK HORSE The black horse appeared for the first time on Friday morning. I remind you I'm sleepy. It was only 6.20 in the morning, the fog was still thick on the village road. I was on my way to work, riding a motorbike slowly because the road was slippery. From a distance, at the end of a bend near the old sap plantation, I saw a large shadow standing in the middle of the road. I slowed down the motorbike. When there were only a few meters left, the horse turned to face me. Her eyes... not animal eyes. Too calm. Too knowing. I was shocked. When I lifted my head again, the road was empty. No horses. No tread effect. I shook my head. Consider hallucinations of people not getting enough sleep. I was wrong. The second day, the horse appeared again. This time, behind my house. I was siding cloth in the morning. The air was quiet, only the sound of birds and leaves rustling. I am dizzy. The black horse was standing completely outside the fence. Head down. Heavy breaths came out of his nostrils. The fence doesn't open. Not damaged. But the horse was there. I withdrew. My heart was beating fast. When I screamed for a neighbor, the horse slowly raised its head... and stepped forward. First step, his body penetrated the fence like black smoke. Second step, is lost. My knees shook. I sat on the ground. I started asking the village parents. There's something that I didn't hear. Some people keep changing topics. Finally, Tok Mail, the person who had been there the longest, looked at me for a long time before speaking. "You see a black horse?" he asked slowly. I nodded. Tok Mail smokes a cigarette, heavy smoke comes out. “That's not a horse,” he said. “That's a sign.” “What sign?” “A sign that people are leaving.” My blood is cool. "Who?" Tok Mail looked at me. "If he appears near your house... It's always someone in the house." That night, I didn't sleep. At 3 am, I heard heavy footsteps outside the house. Dum... dum... dum... Like iron treads hitting the ground. I peered through the window. The black horse stood in the middle of the yard. His body is bigger than this afternoon. Her skin is shiny, as if wet with something that wasn't sweat. Around his neck… there's a rope. Old rope. Rough. There is still the impression of dried blood. The horse raised its head and stared at my window. And I heard a voice. Not from his mouth. From inside my head. “It's almost your turn.” I cover my ears. I screamed. I read whatever I remember. When I open my eyes again, the page is blank. But the ground is damp. And there is the impression of horse hooves leading to the door of the house. The next day, I received the news. My brother had an accident. The motorbikes were finished early in the morning. Died at the scene. I sat down. The time of misfortune is recorded, 6.18am. Almost the same time I first saw the horse the first day. At the cemetery, when the body was lowered, I smelled the same smell. I looked at the edge of the grave. In the gap in the tree, I saw a black shadow standing. Shut up. Wait. I remember everything was finished. I was wrong. The horse came again, a week later. This time… he was standing directly behind me, reflected in the water room mirror. I'm stunned. In the mirror, I saw that the rope was now wrapped around my own neck. I tried to turn away. My body doesn't move. The horse approaches. His breath was hot on the back of my neck. "Not your brother," the voice whispered. "He was just passing by." My hands started to go numb. "What I'm waiting for... from the start again... is you." People met me the next morning. I died in the water room. Stand. Eyes open. The doctor said it was a heart attack. But there was one thing they couldn't explain. around my neck, there was a long bruise, like a rough rope mark. And outside the house, the yard's soil sank slightly. As if something heavy just turned around and walked away. And in that village, parents now only order one thing: If you see a dark horse in the morning... don't look too long. Because if he stops and looks back, it is not simply a sign of death. That's an invitation. The end 👀 DESCRIPTION: The black horse appeared in the morning. Shut up. Not moving. It doesn't sound. People say that if you see him once, it's a coincidence. If it's twice, that's a warning. If three times... he didn't come for anyone else. DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional. It has nothing to do with living or dead individuals. If after reading this you feel uncomfortable when you see black shadows on the side of the road in the morning, it is not the author's responsibility. 👀 Don't forget to follow me if you don't want this horse to appear in front of your house 👀 Any suggestions or opinions are welcome to comment on my wall, but before commenting please make sure you understand this is a fictional story. Thank you for reading until the end.