My mom still thinks I'm insane when I talk about these. I was at a show facility once in North Dakota and I was the only one awake, doing some final banding. I heard hoofbeats.. a LOT of hoofbeats, down the main aisle of the barn. It sounded like a whole row of horses had escaped and were galloping full-speed down the aisle. I of course ran to the end of my aisle to see what was happening, and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was no horses.. every one of them looked perfectly calm, except for one, one of my good friend's horses who was usually very dead-headed, who was rearing, kicking, and cowering in a corner of his stall. I looked down there, because it was really the only noise in the barn at that time, to see what looked like a man, in full cowboy gear and a straw hat, just standing by the stall and staring in. I took a step towards him and he disappeared.

I got to the show the next morning and my friend was with her horse, who was colicking pretty bad, she was walking him down the aisles.. he pulled through.. but freakin' weird.

I seem to have some sort of thing with animals more than people. My mom is very sensitive to people.. even the living. I swear she reads my mind almost every time I talk to her. Creepy, I'm not safe with my thoughts.
When I was a little girl, my hangout was this fort that I made in the woods with my friend out of tree branches. It was the middle of winter, so we didn't use it much, but it did shelter out the snow and was pretty neat. Our cat had run away for a few days, and I woke up in the middle of the night to what seemed like a dream, but it was just a flashing of two pictures. One of our cat, who looked pretty bad. Scraped up, lying on the ground, and one of the fort. Something in me just made me put on my clothes and run out there. Sure enough, our cat, Kitty Witty, was in the hut, and looked like she'd been attacked by some sort of animal. She was bleeding all over the ground, and looked awful. I took her in, and woke my parents up. The vets said we got there just in time.

evergrey.sanfranciscogothic says: I mean a big giant dildo doesn't
suddenly randomly get soft because it smoked too much pot or thoguht
about it's grandma