“What a lovely horse this is,” my father said. “Let me bring this home.”
I don’t know what exactly was going through my dad’s head when he saw this rocking horse at an abandoned house and decided he wanted it for himself. For whatever reason, he felt compelled to put it in the back of his truck and brought it home with him. It now sits in our backyard…
My sister and I went out in our yard last night to get a better look at it. We walked to the far end of our yard where it sits alone with its beady black eyes innocently staring out at our house.
We were hesitant to approach it at first. My sister stayed back while I walked up and sat on the rocking horse. As I sat down, I noticed there were wood chips missing from its body. The cold metal bars were rusted over and difficult to grip. Its paint looked faded and worn out. I began to tilt forward, backward, left, and right. With each sway on the horse, the spring below creaked terribly loudly.
My sister and I agreed that there was something very creepy about the rocking horse. I wouldn’t have been surprised if a ghost or spirit suddenly appeared before us.
Shortly after going back inside, I sent a photo of it to a few of my friends. When I opened the picture on my phone, a fly landed right on the center of the picture and stayed there motionless. It refused to fly away even as I clicked all around it and walked with my phone. I shook my phone, turned it upside down, and shoed the fly away all with no luck. I walked my phone upstairs so I could ask my sister to take a picture of it.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence but the fact that the fly didn’t go away until after I removed the picture from my screen was enough to convince me that this haunted rocking horse was sending me some sort of a warning. This was all too horror movie-esque for my taste.
My dad plans on bringing it to an auction house to get rid of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go ask a medium to perform a spiritual cleansing ceremony on my entire home.