Pony Scary Novels & Stories

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

I imagined tearful denials and rending of clothes, but I guess ten days in the company of a Lycan King running for your life really does have a way of changing one’s perspective. I keep an eye on her as she wanders across the farm. There isn’t much here anymore, apart from a few tractors and two Shetland ponies grazing in the paddock. I watch as she casually strolls over to the young chestnut mare and puts her hand on the animal’s flank. The horse whinnies and nervously paws at the ground, but when Pippa puts her head in the pony’s neck, the mare calms right down. A few minutes later, the pony throws her head back and affectionately rests it on Pippa’s shoulder.

She was happy because her new little horse managed to cheer up the Young Evans. "Greta," Cayden called suddenly, "what should I do to make Pony walk?" Amazed by the toddler's courage, the horse owner was wide-eyed. “Do you really want Pony to walk? Aren't you afraid of falling?” she asked for sure. “Ace and I won't be naughty. We're just going to sit still and keep the balance. After all, Ace already hugged me tightly and I can hold this rope firmly. I'm sure, we will not fall," Cayden replied at length.

In an insignificant part of a second, the music and clamor of individuals quiet down, absolute stillness rules for a brief time before chaos and frenzy take over the environment. The ponies in the merry round are out of nowhere stained by some ruby liquid that might as well be blood, though I can't quite put my finger on where it came from. Individuals scream in fear and run in every conceivable size, as if they are avoiding something, until out of nowhere each of them begins to disappear in waves of green smoke. "Wild Hunt," I should stop while I get what's going on.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

Willow’s POV Carl looked at the other boys standing together, yearning in his eyes. They glanced at him and one of them whispered something that made the other ones laugh. They were making fun of Carl, and it hurt my heart to see Carl cast out like this from the other boys. “I don’t want to ride the ponies any more,” Carl said, as he moved the dirt around with the toe of his shoe. “What’s the matter, Carl? Are you scared of the ponies?” Leo scoffed. “Did you hear that guys? Carl’s too scared to ride a little pony.” They all laughed again, causing Carl to recoil behind my legs.

“I don’t think unicorns can fly Emily” “Yea they do, right Uncle Lin?” Emily was adamant with her acknowledge of unicorns! I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. An evil grin quickly spreading across my face. I chuckled, fueling their creativity. "Who knows, my little dreamers? Maybe these ponies have hidden magical powers, waiting to be discovered!" Ah, it was nice knowing that their dreams would be shattered mercilessly. I'll get fellow buddies in my disappointment of horses pretty soon. I was promised a companion who could take me sailing over the trees. The pony I rode could barely clear a fallen tree trunk.

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”