One is horse related and the other not. Freckles was a pony I got from a child that had outgrown her and had been given to keep my old horse company. Freckles kept him calm. She suffered a pasture accident and I found her down under a tree with an apparently fractured hind leg. I ran to get my phone that was in the barn and poor Freckles got up and hobbled after me went into her stall and collapsed. I phoned the vet and Freckles was put down. She was buried on our property. For days after, when I went to feed, Freckles was in her stall! Like I walked in and said “Hi Freckies” and then “wait what?” I think she hung around to make sure her pal would be OK. The second one is more eerie but not horse related. One night I woke to feel a presence and opened my eyes to see the severed head of my baby brother, then about 20 floating above my bed. He said “I have to tell you something Sissy” I said “I know, you are dead” And he said “No, I love you Sissy” I was freaked out and crying and almost called my parents who he lived with, but got calmed down and convinced myself that it was just a bad dream and stupid to wake them in the middle of the night, because if anything happened they would call me. The next day I called my Mom and she told me my brother had been in an accident where his friend drove off the road and when he got out of the car my brother ran into a barb wire fence and had some nasty cuts including one across his neck. Bizarre!
I love those wholesome stories with the ghost horse sticking around. Horses are so precious and we don’t deserve them (for the most part… lol). <3
This happened today and I’m still a bit teary-eyed.
Backstory - my BO purchased a promising yearling 2 years ago. He was an orphan, but with perfect bloodlines and character, so she put a lot of hope in her first real dressage prospect. As time passed, he started showing some signs of lameness and, upon diagnostics, it turned out that he’s developing severe ringbone in all of his legs (starting with his hinds), and that the ringbone was just a side-symptom to his actual coffin bones being eaten away by an incurable, genetic disease. At first, it was minor, but, day by day, he started showing more and more signs of obvious pain, and today, early in the morning, after many consultations with vets, he was compassionately put to sleep.
The last few days had been very cold and rainy, but today the weather was suddenly extremely calm, warm and sunny. I was standing by the barn, facing the lawn near BO’s house right after the colt was let go. The lawn was flooded by bright morning sun, but it was still all covered in dew. Then, suddenly, a wall of thick fog rose from the lawn and, concentrating right in front of the house, formed, I swear, the flickering figure of a horse. I gazed at it for good half a minute before it disappeared as fast as it came, but I could swear my name on it - it was there. It left me feeling bittersweet, yet comforted and as if I had witnessed something very loving from the great beyond.
Not a huge paranormal believer but thoroughly enjoyed this thread.
Not paranormal (at least I don’t think so but who knows), but recent. As in Yesterday.
We moved to a coastal area that has a lot of wildlife in the woods behind the barn. I’m just getting my courage back after getting launched rehabbing my mare and then being out for better part of a year with unrelated back issues. My mare is not a huge fan of the wildlife, and will spook and be silly about it if she sees something in the woods (elk and black bears are super common, and the occasional wolf/grizzly bear but they tend to stay way out in the back country).
I went to get on and I froze. Couldn’t do it. I am cautious but more in a logical “Nope, don’t feel like dying today” kind of way, and am not prone to panic attacks. Mare is watching… something… in the woods. I can’t see it but she’s clearly tracking it as it goes past, but not moving a foot, and when it had past she dropped her had and curled around to nudge me like “um, mom are you getting on or what???”. I still couldn’t get my foot in the stirrup and all the hairs on my neck were on end so I just took her back to the barn and untacked. I started shaking on my way home (again, SO not me). Told hunter/backcountry experienced/ex-army Mr Ibex who lived here before what happened. He had a one word answer: “Grizzly”. :eek:
(FWIW I’ll take a passing grizzly bear over paranormal any day, so we’re going to call it a bear and carry on :winkgrin:)
Thank you for sharing!
