Engelska spökhistoria

My father's grandfather and grandmother lived on a farm in the countryside near a forest. On the farm, they had two horses standing in a red-painted stall some distance from the main house.

One winter evening, it was below freezing and it had snowed during the day, they sat and ate dinner, they heard a sudden one of the horses began to whinny, stamp your feet on the floor and kicking in the stall wall. They looked at each other, but they thought that the horse would soon stop but it did not.

My father's grandfather came out of the barn to see what was going on. When he reached the house he locked the door and went inside. When he came to the horse who had been worried he saw that it was foaming at the mouth and the horse's mane was braided!

My dad's grandfather did not believe anyone who told me that no such had seen a ghost, but this has happened in the stable, he could not explain. The stables were locked when he got there, there were no footprints in the snow and it is cold and there is a special smell and the smell of food that was there was no other door to the stables and it was just my dad's grandfather who had a key to the stable.

It never happened something more like this as long as they lived on the farm.