Kind stranger, come this way, enter my home, for you must take heed. Continue this road tonight, and I fear you shall cross, the Restless Steed. Allow me to hang-up your coat—your hat as well, and a century’s old story is what I’ll tell. Please, come warm yourself by my fire, for this tale lingers in a blood-stained mire. I know you must wonder why I warn you of a lone stallion, I shall begin in a time of a blue and red rebellion. No, it holds no connections to a man with a pumpkin-head, or a young woman-thought witch-then left for dead. We begin with thoughts of a new nation forming with words such as freedom and liberty; but an ocean away, a king devises plans of killing it in infancy.
This king sends a general, one whose name time has long forgot. Yet his steed still gallops through these streets, displaying where it was shot. Like a banner on its left side, glimmering crimson stains this clyde. They say its rider was satisfied-nay-took pleasure when charging over those wearing blue and brown. It’s believed he counted his trampled victims—thirteen-before being killed in this very town.
From the look on your face, I see you think this as nothing more than myth, simply words of a liar. I do not blame you, many passers-by say it is a stray horse that escaped from its briar. But nine have been found, ribs broken and spines snapped, with evidence pointing to a horse. I’d hate to see a passing stranger have little warning and yet continue their course.
No, I understand, do not let me keep you a moment more. Yes, your hat and coat wait for you at the door. Please promise me you will at least remember my warning. And if you hear the gallop of a steed, don’t stop running. For should you make it past the coveted bridge that marks the end of our little town, you should be on a safe trail. But, then again, none have gotten past our haunted landmark to return and spin their own version of this very tale.
Growing up in New England, Kyle Newton has found a taste for writing about the fantastical, often merging it with key moments in history. However, recently he has gained a growing taste for horror and the macabre. His personal site is located here.