The Horse Whisperer- Based on a true story!
Prologue:
It is the year of 1915 a woman who always smells like a rose is playing with her
family in their farms dam. She steps in some mud and her foot gets caught. She
fights to get free but she keeps getting pulled under. Her family don’t care about
her as much as they should and think she is joking around and let her sink. Her
family get worried when she doesn’t come up. She drowns and her body is left to
rot. The horseman who looks after the horses is the only one who cares truly
about her in the way everyone else should. He is her only true friend. He goes
riding in the paddock of the dam to exercise a black stallion the day she dies. He
never returns. The only clue of what happened was some hoof marks on the side
of the dam. Till this day farm hands swear they can still here the whistle of the
young horseman and the voice of the young woman calling for help but being
abandoned. Her body is still lying at the bottom of her watery grave and will
never rest happily until it can be set free from the mistreatment of her family,
who left her to die in her mind.
All of our family had heard the tale of our Great Aunt Greta and the young
horseman. We had even sometimes pretended we were there when it happened.
Then there was the day where we got to close to the truth. The day we got the
biggest scare of lives. It was a normal day on the farm. It was a boiling summers
day the weather getting up to 35 degrees. Our parents and Grandparents had to
go out for an hour to move some sheep and cows. They left. The only people left
were my cousin, my friend and me. That’s when things started to happen. Fast.
We were walking around outside when I noticed the shed door open. The shed
door was never opened because there were dangerous chemicals inside. I turn
around and when I look back the door is closed. The air turns freezing cold and
we all start shivering. Then the dog starts whining and we hear a long very clear
whistle just like the Horseman’s. Then it stops. White faced with fear we all run
inside as fast as we could ever think we could run. We were all alone the closest
house was Tony’s but he was out as well. My cousin ran to one of the bedrooms
and hid under her covers. No matter what we said she would not move. She was
as scared as I had ever seen anyone. Then we heard the neigh of a horse and we
run outside to where we thought the noise would be. Maybe we were way to hot
and our imaginations took over. But both of us swear we saw a shadow of a
horse galloping towards the dam where Greta had died. The coldness that we
had felt before we felt suddenly again. There was a soft scent of roses and in the
wind a voice came to our ears. “Help, help me PLEASE “. That’s when we saw her
from all the photos of her and the description from our grandparents we knew it
was her. Great Aunt Greta gliding slowly up from the dam and towards us.
“Leave, leave now” she screamed. “RUN” I yelled to my friend. We ran and we ran
as far as we could get from the old dam and it’s ghosts. Now we know. Now we
know how scary that dam is and why we have always been kept away from it. So
we didn’t see or end up like her. The Horseman is out there too. We didn’t see
him but we heard him and we heard his horse. THE END!
- BY ELIZA MALLETT