Long Horse Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Stepping out of my dorm room always seems to lead to a payday. I am in a great mood as I head back up to Room 306. But the second my fingers touch the doorknob, my instincts kick in. Hmm? I push the door open. The living room is completely dark and dead silent. To a normal person, it would seem totally empty. But my new Reaper senses are very sharp, and they are screaming that there is a huge, breathing creature currently standing in my personal space.

Someone had asked for a potion, a forbidden one — and only she had the power to make it. She needed herbs to create the mixture, a liquid potion. But then, the neighing of horses echoed through the woods. She froze, her gaze snapping toward the narrow road ahead. That’s when she saw it — a horse gone wild, its eyes rolling white, foam spilling from its lips like it carried a rabid curse. Mahogany’s breath caught, her eyes widening in horror. Black magic. The horse was cursed. She could see the dark mist swirling around the creature. “Hide,” the wind whispered. She stood quickly, clutching the hem of her gown — until she saw him.

Lucian's POV I watched as the smoke dissolved into the air and I could not contain the goosebumps that spread throughout my skin as I beheld what came out of it. Queen Zelda, sitting on a black horse that seemed to be breathed and created out of pure ash and smoke,with an army of witches that stretched to the outside of my gate, all sitting on the same horse. Queen Zelda had a chain wrapped around her arm and connected to the chain was a large beast that I had never ever seen before.

The little cottage is spotless, and all I can find to read are a few old religious magazines the previous occupants left behind. Bored, I wander out of the cottage and go back to the horses. I don’t know why, but I feel most comfortable with them. “Hello, Miss Pippa,” Monty says. “You like them horses, do yah?” “Yes,” I smile at him. “They calm me.” “Yeah. It’s because you are partly demon.” “Right. So demons are attracted to horses?” “Not demons miss. That is what we call them an’ all, yes. Some be evil, some be not so evil. You must be part nature demon.”

she scribbled on her board. Cole rolled his eyes. "The kids named him. Once a month, I host a non-profit organization that puts special-needs kids on horses. About a year ago, I got this little brown horse from a rescue group, and when the kids saw him, they decided he was Taco." Jenny reached out and petted Taco as he followed Layla out to the pasture. In the next stall was a huge black horse which shook its head and danced sideways as Cole and Jenny approached. "This is my boy Apollo." Cole smiled proudly. "He's pure Arabian. My one extravagant purchase."

I responded with a curtsy bow. I roamed my gaze I saw there were a lot of folks around us, I was surprised. There are a variety of creatures, including a male half horse and humans. A white horse-like or goat-like creature with a long straight horn with spiraling grooves, cloven hooves, and occasionally a goat's beard is also seen. "Lady, if you would mind to come and join us and we will let see the halls and the realm of your mother.." Áre exclaimed in a raspy voice.

having the face painted in blue like Celtic warriors, killing with the very frightening puddle, from that valley of the river was the dead pass, and the courage of this child, overcame the cowardly fear of the travelers stopped by the strait names at the end them, and he thought in every way to get rid of the filth of tyrants The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog.

, he replied as he was opening and two horses came out of the room. I was excited when I saw the horses due to the fact that I've never rode on horse before. I was so enthusiastic to mount on it that the first attempt I made, despite several seconds I made to mount on it, I fell on the ground. I kept trying to mount on it but I couldn't do so. The sorcerer helped me by lifting me off the floor to the back of that horse. Then we started our journey.

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

The young woman nodded gratefully, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. She led us through the winding streets of Sleepy Hollow, her steps quick and urgent as she recounted the town's dark history and the origins of the Headless Horseman's curse. Long ago, a powerful warlock had been betrayed by the townspeople and condemned to a gruesome death, his head severed from his body in a cruel act of vengeance. In his dying breath, the warlock had cursed Sleepy Hollow, vowing to return from the grave and exact his revenge on all who dwelled within its borders.