Spooky horse tales for halloween

Pie's mum said:
Without any doubt!!! I love the bit in the Worlds End book where the horses wait for their owners to join them (although it brings a tear to my eye!!).
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I mentioned the World's End books on another thread a little while ago and wasn't sure if anyone else had come across them. They were great books. Sorry, bit off topic but so pleased that someone else knows about "The Elysian Star"!

Looking forward to more tales...
 
I rented a cottage on a livery yard, had 3 stables in a row, whenever I was in the middle stable, I had such an urge to cry, then I was getting strange vibes from our cottage itself, feeling very threatened and couldn't help but watch the door to my stepsons bedroom, having married late, we celebrated our 1st aniversary at that cottage and were sitting outside chatting with friends and family, stepson was away and my daughter was visiting, using his room, OH took himself off to bed and a while later, there was an almighty crash from the cottage, on checking, OH was sound asleep and on checking the other rooms, found a photo of OH's dead wife smashed on the floor of stepsons room, string was intact and it had been hung on a flathead screw, which was still in the wall, photo got burned on the barbie and daughter slept in the horsebox, after about six months of feeling threatened escalating, I contacted a phsyic, who after trying, admited he couldn't help and I should get a priest in which I did, while looking for a new home, this chap knew about the stable, saying a farmhand had hung himself in that stable, a local livery confirmed that, we moved asap
 
Having moved from our haunted cottage, we were renting a cottage, barn with american stables and 10 acres, OH's horse was on box rest due to a field injury, went down with colic and didn't make it (RIP Ozz), my horse grieved terribly, wouldn't leave the barn or eat, finally got him a companion, but the barn led into the field so they could come and go as they pleased, several times while mucking out stables, I would hear hooves on the concrete, look up to see an empty barn, being on a farm, the only concrete was in the barn
 
We rented while house hunting and the property was definitely haunted. Near Christmas I had a CD of carols in the radio/cd player which I used to play sometimes. Every morning when we came in from doing the stables the carols were playing on full volume so I shouted out "If you must play the carols please keep the volume down." The next day we came in from mucking out and the carols were playing as usual but so quietly you could barely hear them. I found out late that our ghost was a tenant farmer who had got into financial difficulties so the landlord came and took away his two working horses as payment for rent owing. The poor man couldn't cope so put his head on a railway line. His head was found further up the line from his body (I read it in an old newspaper cutting). Brrrr......I'm so glad we don't live there anymore!
 
Patchworkpony said:
We rented while house hunting and the property was definitely haunted. Near Christmas I had a CD of carols in the radio/cd player which I used to play sometimes. Every morning when we came in from doing the stables the carols were playing on full volume so I shouted out "If you must play the carols please keep the volume down." The next day we came in from mucking out and the carols were playing as usual but so quietly you could barely hear them. I found out late that our ghost was a tenant farmer who had got into financial difficulties so the landlord came and took away his two working horses as payment for rent owing. The poor man couldn't cope so put his head on a railway line. His head was found further up the line from his body (I read it in an old newspaper cutting). Brrrr......I'm so glad we don't live there anymore!
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I actually feel sorry for this ghost...
 
Old yard had a graveyard that was accessed just off the main hacking/path to the field. They were all old graves.

One day, in the mist, my horse got just past the graveyard and refused to take another step. He was stressed, backing up, eyes rolling. I turned him around and asked one of the staff if they could put him out as I couldn't. They turned him out later and he was fine apparently, but it was odd as he normally looks forward to going to his field.

I think the house I live in now is haunted, we live in an old farm house in a built up area and I definitely have heard donkeys and horses trotting up the road. It makes no sense, but it all used to be farmland.
Our house is also old, I have heard a door slam downstairs at 3am when my family are asleep with no explanation. It's a door that's always left shut and there was no wind for it to have shut on. We also have doors that open themselves, and members of the family will be called without anyone actually saying their names.
on top of that, things go missing! They'll go without reason and just not appear, and not through people losing them. It's things like glasses, coins, keys for the windows, matches...nothing 'modern'
Things will also fall in the house at random, with no reason. It's all a bit odd.

Like another poster, I get premonitions and a feeling about certain things too. I've had several dreams that have come true in one way or another.
 
Just bumping as we need more! These are so good. I don't have any horsey ones, nor spooky for that matter, just a much loved cat that came to say goodbye, but don't know if anyone wants to hear it.
 
I rent some fields, the access to them is a conventional, quiet country lane. I used to keep a mare there, who could be wilful at times, but after moving her there, she became rather a handful.

When hacking out, we would always turn left out of the field as turning right led to a main road. However, turning left very quickly became a huge issue, snorting, napping, running backwards. I did all of the usual things to deal with napping, but the mare was quite adamant she needed to turn right out of the field. It got to a point that she would do this behaviour even when riding out with other horses and them being in front.

At this time, I was working with a lady who claimed to be a physic. She knew nothing of the issues I was having with my mare, but out of the blue one day, she said that the reason my horse would not go left, was because the mare could see 'the man'. A bit baffled, I asked her what she was talking about. She said her 'guides' had told her that the mare could see the energy of a man that had been killed years before by a highway man on the lane. ' The man' was reliving his life and death and the mare could see or sense the energy.

Being a non believer, I mentioned this story to a horsey friend up the lane from me and she looked a bit shocked and said she couldn't get her horse past that particular spot in the lane either. She had to give up or get off at that point.

I've never investigated it, in case I discover something I don't want to, but on winter nights, when taking muck to muck pile that is up the lane, I sing really loudly!

PS- I now own a chubby cob gelding and he obviously doesn't sense the energy as he goes past the spot most days! Ha ha.
 
Its not horsey but when my little dog died, my flatmate and I would see her in our flat, in the mirrors waiting for us. In broad daylight. RIP Jazz..

I was brought up in a big Tudor house so plenty of history. We did have a real issue with a woman walking into peoples bedroom and waking them up, always happened to the au pairs! my mother would get the blame but then it would happen when she wasn't there..

and had a conversation, again in broad daylight, in offices above Leicester square. Lady who ran the agency was a spiritualist. She told us about our guardians. Nothing resonated till we went home and checked with our families. Mine was a man, with an erect bearing, possibility ex military, wearing a 3 piece brown suit and constantly checking a pocket watch.

My grandfather was a professional soldier, ending up as an acting Brigadier in WW2. He died before I was born and was buried in a 3 piece brown suit. The checking of the pocket watch was a special habit of his and my aunt had that watch. I had no idea about this as the only photos were those showing him in as young man in his uniform...
 
I was at a yard in Whitchurch, Shropshire about 10 years ago. The stables were indoor but the tie rail was outside. One day I was at the yard my myself and had tied my mare up while I went inside to get my grooming kit. When I walked back out there was another horse standing with my mare at the rail. I just had time to think 'whose horse is that!' And it vanished. I described the horse to some people at the yard and the horse I saw was a mare who had been put down at the yard a couple of years earlier. A horse I had never seen. After that, when the indoor barn was empty, we would often hear the sound of a horse moving around and eating. We always said 'hello Coffee' when we heard her. Often wonder if she's still there - I moved away years ago.
 
This isn't about horses, it's about the land and the belief in this country about the dangers of upsetting fairy forts. These are circular formations dotted across the land, often bordered by thick hedgerows and trees. There's a big fear that any disrespect shown, or interference with, will bring severe bad luck or often death.

About 20 years ago a crew constructing a motorway in Clare were tasked with clearing a fort to make way for the road. Nobody wanted to do it and finally the two newest men were pressurised on pain of losing their jobs. They cleared the fort and that weekend both were killed in separate and inexplicable car accidents. A property developer in Kerry who knocked a fort had his newborn baby and young child die in seperate freak accidents the following week. There are many similar stories.

I have heard stories from farmers about those who tried to clear a fort, changing their minds. Commonly a fort is approached by a digger but as it draws near it cuts out for no reason and that's enough to make them revise their plans.

In 1999 the building of a major motorway from Limerick to Galway was delayed when locals protested that a very important fairy tree might be compromised by the project. The hawthorne at Latoon was reputed to be the meeting place for the fairies of Munster, where they met before travelling on to do battle with the fairies of Connaught. A local folklorist put in an objection to the council and said: "They would be vexed by the removal of their bush and when they are vexed they have no mercy."

Here is the bush today surrounded by a protective barrier:http://www.irelandinpicture.net/2010/04/fairy-tree-that-delayed-motorway-ennis.html
 
Mrskyfall said:
I rent some fields, the access to them is a conventional, quiet country lane. I used to keep a mare there, who could be wilful at times, but after moving her there, she became rather a handful.

When hacking out, we would always turn left out of the field as turning right led to a main road. However, turning left very quickly became a huge issue, snorting, napping, running backwards. I did all of the usual things to deal with napping, but the mare was quite adamant she needed to turn right out of the field. It got to a point that she would do this behaviour even when riding out with other horses and them being in front.

At this time, I was working with a lady who claimed to be a physic. She knew nothing of the issues I was having with my mare, but out of the blue one day, she said that the reason my horse would not go left, was because the mare could see 'the man'. A bit baffled, I asked her what she was talking about. She said her 'guides' had told her that the mare could see the energy of a man that had been killed years before by a highway man on the lane. ' The man' was reliving his life and death and the mare could see or sense the energy.

Being a non believer, I mentioned this story to a horsey friend up the lane from me and she looked a bit shocked and said she couldn't get her horse past that particular spot in the lane either. She had to give up or get off at that point.

I've never investigated it, in case I discover something I don't want to, but on winter nights, when taking muck to muck pile that is up the lane, I sing really loudly!

PS- I now own a chubby cob gelding and he obviously doesn't sense the energy as he goes past the spot most days! Ha ha.
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Funny you should say that because someone I knew lost two horses in quick succession, and the new one would play up at the gate - it would act as though it would want to come in and then run off, but keep coming back. She had a horse communicator visiting who asked about the ghost horse at the gate which made it difficult for the "real" horses to come through? One of the horses that she had had to have PTS was the boss-horse and wouldn't let anyone else through before itself.
 
tallyho! said:
I actually feel sorry for this ghost...
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So did I at first but then he started hiding my husband's glasses which drove him mad. He would find them hanging in a strange place a few days later. Keys would also go missing and cutlery etc. We live in a nice normal house now, which is far more pleasant.
 
used to hear snorts and snuffles sort of noises in my field about a year or so after my husbands favorite mare was PTS. The field was empty at the time and there were no other horses nearby.
 
Does a rocking horse count?

Farway, Devon. 1970's.
We used to live in a big old farmhouse, there were always us 3, and hordes of other children (built in playmates from the boarding school next door) romping around the place so any noises anyone heard during the day would have been put down to us - however, later inhabitants of the house said that they heard children and rocking horse noises from my bedroom above the kitchens.

" ... adjoining the Hall is Netherton Barton, said to be haunted by the ghosts of children on a rocking horse. Several occupants of the house were insistent that from time to time they heard rocking noises, and a few years ago the house was exorcised by the vicar, the Rev F. Gilbert. "

Excerpt taken from : http://www.visitoruk.com/Exeter/northleigh-and-farway-C592-V29132.html
 
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EquiEquestrian556 said:
Just bumping as we need more! These are so good. I don't have any horsey ones, nor spooky for that matter, just a much loved cat that came to say goodbye, but don't know if anyone wants to hear it.
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I do! I'm loving all the spooky tales although none to add I'm afraid. Although the thought of a human ghost terrifies me the horse/cat/dog sightings are so lovely, I imagine it's so comforting seeing a beloved pet at peace.
Another poster mentioned demonic horses- shagfoals, I think? Does anyone know more about them or have any other spooky (horsey) legends?
 
mungasmum said:
I do! I'm loving all the spooky tales although none to add I'm afraid. Although the thought of a human ghost terrifies me the horse/cat/dog sightings are so lovely, I imagine it's so comforting seeing a beloved pet at peace.
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OK then. Sorry if it's a bit long though.

Back in late May (2015), we had to have our beloved cat put to sleep, quite suddenly. It started when she had started to go somewhat deaf, and was dropping weight. She then started vomiting, as well as struggling for breath and wheezing. After her symptoms worsened We took her to the vet, who diagnosed Hyperthyroidism, and gave us medication for her. According to them, everything else was fine (blood test & physical exam). She continued vomiting & struggling for breath, but more worryingly, couldn't keep any food or water down for long. The vets said this was normal for cats with her condition, this carried on for roughly a week or two.

After a while we were really worried, after finding a small trace of blood in her vomit, and rushed her to the vet. The vet who saw her said they'd keep her in, on a drip for a day or two, as she was dehydrated, and that is was likely that the medication was causing the nausea. The outcome looked positive. We were due to leave to go away on the Friday (family), (two days from then) for a week, however we weren't sure if we could, as Mutti was ill, however the vet said they'd put her in their cattery once she was hydrated again, and that she should be absolutely fine.

On Thursday we got regular updates from the nurses, who all said she'd perked up and was talking again (a very good sign).

Friday morning (the day we were due to depart) we get a call from one of the vets saying she's not good and they're very concerned about her breathing - may they take X-rays? - We said yes, and they'd call us back after the X-ray.
About an hour later as we're packing the car they call back to say that the X-rays reviled three tumors on her chest, two on her lungs, and one behind her heart. There wasn't much they could do, steroids, but very short-term, or an operation, but a referral was required, and even then the chances where so slim. We made the devastating decision to PTS her, and to say our last goodbye on our way down to where we were going (given the choice we'd never of gone away after the 'news', but we had to). So we took, perhaps the most devastating and tearful (to say the very least) journey that we have ever made, to the vets.

We said goodbye to her, and then left, as we just couldn't 'watch her die'. I whispered to her, under all my tears, "Let us know when you get 'there", before leaving.

We had some very good friends staying at home, looking after the other animals & horses. They came up shortly after we arrived back home, and one of them told us something really creepy, but beautiful. Sometime in the night, on the Tuesday (four days after Mutti's passing) she awoke to the sound of a cat mewing & howling (something Mutti started doing in the night, not long before she died), which sent all the hairs up on her neck, then, she felt and heard something jump up, onto the bed, circle, and then curl up beside her. She knew it was a cat, even though Mutti was dead, she then went back to sleep.

She still doesn't know whether she was dreaming it, or whether it was 'real', but we found it so comforting, that 'she came home'.

We have since heard her, and felt her 'brush past' us on a few separate occasions.

She adopted us back in late July 2007, and stayed with us ever since. She was the most beautiful and sweet cat you could meet, and, 5 months later, we all still get very tearful when we think about her, and miss her so much. She's the one in my signature.
 
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Mine doesn't involve horses other than I was working at a riding stables attached to a old hall at the time. We had a 'silver room' upstairs that was always kept locked despite being empty. Anyhow, there was me, the girl that was chief instructor at the time and the other groom plus two young teenagers that used to come and help at weekends. Us usual three girls lived in a sparsely furnished wing on the side of the hall. One boring weekend the chief instructor suggested that as she had done it before should we hold a seance? we agreed it would be 'fun'. We made up cards for numbers 1-10, yes and no and the alphabet and set them up around our round kitchen table, put it in the front room and lit a candle which we sat behind a cupboard to give us a glow. A glass from the kitchen was put upside down on the table. Sue kicked off her mumbo jumbo as we all placed our index fingers on the glass. It began to move around the table and to spell out a name which eventually the under groom recognized as her Finnish grandmothers name, she had died 12 months before, we all knew nothing of each others history I hasten to add. It then spelled out a message which eludes me now going back 40 years. Spooked, the two girls removed their fingers convinced we were messing about, I duly removed mine as did Jane. We were then satisfied that the chief girl was playing us along until she swore it wasn't her and removed her finger too.........the....glass....kept....going.....on ...it's....own!!!!! We all abandoned ship and ran off to bed!!!
 
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There was a ghost at my old Police stables. It was a really old farmhouse and associated buildings, but with modern trappings, such as computers, Police radios, phones etc.

The ghost was never seen, just heard.

The time heard it was me and a groom left last thing at night (maybe 10pm?). I was getting ready to go, in the downstairs ladies changing room in the old house, the groom had come in from last rounds, but had a bit longer to do, and had come in to chat.

Clear as day we heard someone tramp up the stairs, go into the upstairs mess room, and move some chairs. She was petrified, and insisted it was a ghost. I laughed and said it was obviously someone had forgotten something, and had come back for it. She pleaded with me to go upstairs, and to placate her I did. I even made a laugh out of it, calling upstairs "Hello Mr Ghost. Mrs Ghost. Come out wherever you are". Laugh was on me when I got there and the room was empty!

The same groom had the same thing happen, with another Officer. This time someone tramped up stairs in a converted farm building to the gents changing room. There was no other exit. That Officer thought it was an intruder, and went up the stairs baton drawn and CS gas out, to find..... empty room!

It was a VERY old farm!

Brrrrrr!
 
Mine isn't a horsey one,but we live in a very small place,less than 40 houses. The previous owner of our house had died here aged 96 and was a very strong character,and when we first moved in,there was a definite feeling that it was still bher house and she was still around. My next door neighbour,a very sensible chap,was out one night walking his dog and saw her walking towards the church.Another neighbour,who lived overlooking the graveyard and who had been a very good friend of old lady,saw her walking across the graveyard towards her son's grave. She said she recognised her immediatly,as she had her distinctive headscarf and Mac on. I never saw her,but we had a lot of things go missing and turn up in places we'd searched before.The feeling that I was in someone else's house was so string that I eventually burnt some sage and asked her to move on.She did.

My mum,who is very down to earth,babysat for us one night and said that she could hear a baby crying. She'd checked on both the girls and they were asleep. There were no other babies or children under 10 in the village and we didn't bother with a baby monitor as the house was so small. We never did work out where that was coming from.
 
EquiEquestrian556 said:
OK then. Sorry if it's a bit long though.

Back in late May (2015), we had to have our beloved cat put to sleep, quite suddenly. It started when she had started to go somewhat deaf, and was dropping weight. She then started vomiting, as well as struggling for breath and wheezing. After her symptoms worsened We took her to the vet, who diagnosed Hyperthyroidism, and gave us medication for her. According to them, everything else was fine (blood test & physical exam). She continued vomiting & struggling for breath, but more worryingly, couldn't keep any food or water down for long. The vets said this was normal for cats with her condition, this carried on for roughly a week or two.

After a while we were really worried, after finding a small trace of blood in her vomit, and rushed her to the vet. The vet who saw her said they'd keep her in, on a drip for a day or two, as she was dehydrated, and that is was likely that the medication was causing the nausea. The outcome looked positive. We were due to leave to go away on the Friday (family), (two days from then) for a week, however we weren't sure if we could, as Mutti was ill, however the vet said they'd put her in their cattery once she was hydrated again, and that she should be absolutely fine.

On Thursday we got regular updates from the nurses, who all said she'd perked up and was talking again (a very good sign).

Friday morning (the day we were due to depart) we get a call from one of the vets saying she's not good and they're very concerned about her breathing - may they take X-rays? - We said yes, and they'd call us back after the X-ray.
About an hour later as we're packing the car they call back to say that the X-rays reviled three tumors on her chest, two on her lungs, and one behind her heart. There wasn't much they could do, steroids, but very short-term, or an operation, but a referral was required, and even then the chances where so slim. We made the devastating decision to PTS her, and to say our last goodbye on our way down to where we were going (given the choice we'd never of gone away after the 'news', but we had to). So we took, perhaps the most devastating and tearful (to say the very least) journey that we have ever made, to the vets.

We said goodbye to her, and then left, as we just couldn't 'watch her die'. I whispered to her, under all my tears, "Let us know when you get 'there", before leaving.

We had some very good friends staying at home, looking after the other animals & horses. They came up shortly after we arrived back home, and one of them told us something really creepy, but beautiful. Sometime in the night, on the Tuesday (four days after Mutti's passing) she awoke to the sound of a cat mewing & howling (something Mutti started doing in the night, not long before she died), which sent all the hairs up on her neck, then, she felt and heard something jump up, onto the bed, circle, and then curl up beside her. She knew it was a cat, even though Mutti was dead, she then went back to sleep.

She still doesn't know whether she was dreaming it, or whether it was 'real', but we found it so comforting, that 'she came home'.

We have since heard her, and felt her 'brush past' us on a few separate occasions.

She adopted us back in late July 2007, and stayed with us ever since. She was the most beautiful and sweet cat you could meet, and, 5 months later, we all still get very tearful when we think about her, and miss her so much. She's the one in my signature.
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Thanks for sharing. Sorry about Mutti, poor girl it sounds like she was lucky to find you and loved her life with you if she still visits now and again. She actually looks like my girl Munga esp.in the pic where she's crouching down, I love a pretty black cat (just wish I had a matching horse!)
 
A friend and I went out to catch our three at about 9pm, so it was pitch black. This was normal for us due to our work hours. We walked across the field doing the usual 'where the duck are the ponies?' routine, and were pleased to spot them fairly nearby. So we headed towards them, pleased that it would not take us too long.

We got to where they were to find no ponies there at all, ours were found further down the field and we definitely would have seen the original horses we saw move from the distance we were at to them.

The field they were in was next to the field where any pony sadly making that last journey would go to be put to sleep, and there was an old Roman Road through the yard....
 
Great thread!

I don't exactly have a ghost story, but a weird thing happened to me about 15 years ago. I was at home on holiday from uni and both my sisters were in their bedrooms, mum in the kitchen and dad at work when the phone rang. I answered it and heard my sister say 'Mum, I'm gay - well I am'. Mobile phone I hear you say - no! None of us had them back then. I called up the stairs to Sarah and she poked her head out of the door oblivious to what had just happened. It was definitely her voice on the phone, with her inflections. And she's married with kids now so not sure what the gay thing was all about. Weird.

The other 'spooky' thing that has happened to me is that I've felt the presence of my old mare a couple of times. She was PTS about 4 years ago, and whenever I get down to 2 horses (my lovely shire died 6 months after she did) another elderly horse always turns up in desperate need of a home. I feel sure she's sending them to me. That sounds ridiculous even to my own ears, but I never feel the presence of any of the other animals I've lost. I'm always a bit sceptical when people claim such things, but I do feel that she is sending horses my way!
 
My old boy was pts in the middle of April this year. A couple of weeks later I had brought my other horse in and was grooming him as he ate his hay. I had my back towards the other stable. I suddenly got the feeling that my old boy was in his stable, just behind me. I could literally feel him. My wb stopped eating and turned his head. He just stared into the empty stable. I couldn't turn round. It only lasted seconds, very bittersweet.
 
I've had quite a few spooky encounters, it comes from the now very diluted circus blood I think. :)

The mose recent happened while my Mum And Dad were on holiday and I was looking after the house. The first occurred at night, I was sleeping in the master bedroom upstairs, as far away from the noisy dogs as possible. My own dog Skruffy would come to bed with me and my parents dog Kato as well, he sleeps in the bedroom with my Dad. He is a pain at night, panting, walking about and drinking water. He will however not sleep down stairs and with his dodgy heart I wasn't going to risk it. That night as usual he was a pain, even more restless and I was having trouble sleeping. I opened all the windows and topped up his water and tried to go back to sleep. As soon as the light went out I heard him get up, pace across the floor and head down the hallway, I could hear his claws on the floor as he went. I was afraid he'd do a header down the stairs so I turned on the light to go get him, only to see him fast asleep in his bed, Skruffy was also asleep on the bed. I clearly heard a dog walking over the floor and I certainly was not asleep at the time. I went straight back to bed and stayed there!

Also during the day I had a funny experience down stairs while in the dinning room. I heard my mums big dog come into the room and flop down with a grunt. I was sat down so could not see him, aware that he shouldn't be there I told him he was a bad boy and stood to look at him but there was no dog there. I sat down again and clearly heard his nails dragging against the wall. I believed this to be Harry a dog that had died a few weeks before. I told him he was a good boy but that really he shouldn't be in the dinnng room. It is interesting to note that the surviving big dog was outside at the time helping cyclists go faster past the house, no where near the dining room.
 
My granny used to tell me about the time she was walking home from a dance (how cute) and a horse jumped over the hedge and ran up the road. She went to the fields owner and told him his horse was away and he told her it had died a few days before by jumping out of the field and having an accident!
 
Patchworkpony said:
So did I at first but then he started hiding my husband's glasses which drove him mad. He would find them hanging in a strange place a few days later. Keys would also go missing and cutlery etc. We live in a nice normal house now, which is far more pleasant.
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I lived in a flat for many years and I'm quite sure I had "company" there. I would always put my keys in a wooden bowl as soon as I got home but the number of times they wouldn't be there when I wanted to go out again, and then I'd eventually find them under the sofa, or in the kitchen cupboard. At first I thought it was just me, but then one evening before I was due to drive to a holiday destination, I was writing down my route so that I could stick it to the steering wheel. I got most of it done, then put the paper and the book I'd been leaning on plus the pen, down on the floor by my foot to watch the news and the weather forecast. After that was over I thought I had better do the last few miles of my route before I went to bed and went to pick up the paper, pen etc and the pen was gone. I looked all over the floor and under the chair, then gave up and finished the job with a pencil. Put it down on the floor to watch a bit more TV, then preparing to go to bed, leaned down to pick up the paper and add it to my pile of stuff to put in the car, and there was the book, the paper on top and both the missing pen and pencil sat on top of it all. The blasted thing obviously fancied a holiday too as it came with me and hid my keys -again- but I waved my spare set and laughed at it. Later I found my keys at the foot of my sleeping bag (I was camping). Thankfully when I moved house it decided to stay put.
 
fatpiggy said:
The blasted thing obviously fancied a holiday too as it came with me and hid my keys -again- but I waved my spare set and laughed at it. Later I found my keys at the foot of my sleeping bag (I was camping). Thankfully when I moved house it decided to stay put.
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How scary that it came with you - that would totally freak me out!
 
forgot to post this one on my earlier thread. I used to live on a farm and I saw a dark bay grazing near the brook by the hawthorn hedges ,one day when we were travelling along the lane with the kids coming home from an outing. We went to look thinking someone had dumped a horse on us but it wasnt there nor anywhere to be found. We had had a dark bay mare PTS a few weeks earlier. I think she had come home.
 
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