06/12/2025
THE HORSE BROKE THROUGH OUR KITCHEN DOOR AND I WOKE UP TO A NIGHTMARE š³š“
I wasnāt even fully awake yet, and I still canāt explain how it happened.
One moment Iām lying in bed, thinking itās just another Thursday morning. The next, I hear this strange scraping noise outside ā like metal dragging across wood. I figured maybe the garbage bins tipped over again.
But when I walked into the kitchen, I froze.
The bottom half of our back door was gone. Not opened ā completely smashed in. Splintered wood everywhere, latch hanging by a screw. And right there, standing like he owned the place, was Oscar. Our horse.
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Weāve got a small bit of land, nothing fancy, and Oscarās always in his little paddock. Heās older, super chill, not the kind to act out unless somethingās really wrong. But now he was covered in dirt and sweat, chest heaving, and ā I kid you not ā the bottom part of the door was looped around his neck like some kind of wild collar.
I didnāt even know where to start.
No blood, thank God. But his eyes were wide, like heād seen something. Like he was still running.
And hereās the creepiest part: the latch on his paddock gate? Still locked.
I havenāt told Sam yet. Heās at work. And the neighbors already think weāre barely keeping things together out here.
So there I stood, barefoot, just staring at Oscar in the kitchenā¦ when I noticed something moving near the tree line.
What I saw next? Iāll never forget. Detail in the Comments or Most relevant => All comments š
