The break of day sheds light on a spooky midnight vision.
ICINCINNATUS, NEW YORK t was a dark and stormy night… well, actually, it was a somewhat cloudy but moonlit night. Now, normally I’m a pretty heavy sleeper, but for some strange reason, sleep was out of reach on this particular evening.
As I rolled over onto my side, I happened to glance out the window into the night. I froze for a heartbeat as I saw a ghostly vision wander up my driveway.
Was my mind playing a trick on me or did I seriously just see a ghost?
Trying to make sense of the apparition, I fumbled for my glasses and jumped up to get a better view from another window. Indeed, there was what appeared to be a white horse walking toward our yard.
“Frank, get up,” I called to my husband. “There’s a horse on the front lawn!”
“What? They got out?” he asked, still half asleep.
“Not one of our horses—I don’t know where it came from,” I said with nervous concern.
We pulled on jeans and jackets and hustled outside. I ran to the left as my husband ran to the right, both searching for the enigmatic horse. I thought perhaps I really was just seeing things until I heard Frank whistle. The creature had trotted through the open gate to the field adjacent to our horses— probably trying to find a way to get close to the safety of the herd. By the time I reached the gate, the animal was halfway up the hill and difficult to see through the fog. We decided to leave it secured there for the night and wait until morning to start our investigation.
As I lay in bed falling back to sleep, I wondered who our visitor was and where it had come from. None of our closest neighbors owned a white horse. Was it a sign of something to come? Was it a ghost? Would it be gone in the morning?
At daybreak, the air was misty and there was a crunchy frost on the ground as we walked outside to observe our mystery guest. There, among the herd, was not the great white stallion I’d imagined in my dreams. It was not even a horse. It was simply a small, lonely mule that had escaped a barn in search of some new friends, which it seemed to have found.
I froze for a heartbeat as I saw a ghostly vision wander up my driveway.
The white creature emerged like a ghost out of the mist.