October 30th couldn’t come fast enough for Jenna. With keys dropped in her hand the realtor wished her good luck. The farm and stables on Gale Road were hers. Jenna took a deep and then turned to look at the house, the stables, the farm, a warm sense of accomplishment wrapped her soul. As she started walking towards her truck, she noticed a woman dressed in a grey skirt that reached her ankles, bobby socks, blouse and sweater, near the woods that edged her property. The woman’s blonde hair pulled back into a neat pony tail. Jenna’s back tingled, a shiver ran up her spine, which she quickly dimissed. She looked for where she came from and then back the woman was gone. Odd Jenna thought. A small stir lingered in the pit of her stomach. Jenna started unloading boxes from her trailer. She had just twenty-four hours to get all of her belongings into the clean the years of cobwebs, dust and clutter, and then bed the stalls before the load of National Champion ponies arrived. Challenger’s Success the best stallion in the country was her favorite, she couldn’t wait to their arrival. It was midnight before her head hit the mattresses, she was out like a light.
Jenna woke to sunshine across her face. She glanced out the window and was startled to see a person running into the barn. She heard the clip clop of hooves and her body came into action. The shippers were not supposed to be at the stables until mid-morning. Jenna raced out the back door and ran to the barn. Just short of the door she realized the shippers were not in the yard. A noose hung from the rafters. The pit of her stomach churned.
That afternoon, Jenna still unnerved, drove in to the local café and ordered coffee. As the waitress busied herself, she looked at Jenna, ‘Aren’t you the lady that bought the stables out on Gale Road?” Jenna noticed the café crowd quieted. ‘Yes I am”, she answered, “Do you know who the neighbors are out there? I saw a woman yesterday. She was wearing a poodle skirt.” The waitress handing the coffee over, “Nope.” “Thanks, the Sheriff around here?, Jenna asked. A man rose behind her, “I’m the sheriff”. “Hi, my name is Jenna”, Jenna introduced herself. “I am a bit surprised you haven’t been in earlier. I am Sheriff Mark.”, he shook her hand. “Why is that”, Jenna returned. “Oh the last folks that bought that place were in town their first day”, the sheriff responded. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you, to let you know that there has been some bizarre things happening.” The sheriff replied, “I’ll follow you out. See if I can see anything.” Jenna headed out the door the sheriff followed.
At the stables, Jenna and the sheriff came back to the bloody carcass of a pony laying sprawled out just in front of the stables door. Horror enveloped Jenna, she fell to her knees and broke down, it was her favorite pony. Gun drawn the sheriff swept through the barn but came back out, “As far as I can tell, that’s the only pony.” Huge sobs wracked Jenna’s body. Layers of anguish peeled with every breath. “Who would do this,” she screamed.
After cleaning the mess up as best he could the sheriff walked to the porch where Jenna sat, dazed. In the distance a silhouette watched the two, unseen by either. “I think you should come into town for the night, ” Sheriff Mark offered. “I can’t leave the other ponies out here alone, I have a rifle in the house”, Jenna lifted her eyes to meet the sheriff’s gaze. “That’s not a good idea Jenna, ” he countered. “Why!?” Jenna shouted, “Who would do this, why would they do this? I don’t even know anyone out here!” The sheriff looked helpless.
That night Jenna turned every light in the barn, the yard, and the house on. She loaded the rifle and set it near the door. She put a sleeping bag and pillow on the porch, poured a cup of coffee and sat down, waiting. For what she didn’t know. Minutes went by and Jenna put the pillow behind her head as started to doze. Maybe this was all just someone’s way of pulling a prank on her. It was a horrible prank though she thought to herself. Drifting off to sleep she faintly heard the clock start to strike midnight.
Startled, Jenna jumped up from the porch, reaching for rifle Jenna caught the hot glow coming from the barn, ponies were wildly running and screaming. Jenna raced for the barn, smoke and heat kept her from reaching the doors. The flames enclosed the barn. In the center of the barn stood the woman in the poodle skirt. Her arms beckoned to Jenna. A chair next to her and a noose hung from the rafters. Jenna freaked. The woman motioned for Jenna to come in. Jenna yelled “Are you crazy – come out of there!” Jenna watched as the woman stood on the chair, put the noose around her neck and hung herself. Jenna fell to the ground screaming, “NOOO!” She watched as the woman swaying back and forth, lifeless for what seemed an eternity. Jenna crumbled, one thought running through her head. “Why?”
The next morning the sheriff found Jenna lying in front of the barn. Waking her, Jenna was met with a beautiful fall day. Everything was in its place. “I don’t understand”, she muttered, “What happened out here last night?” The Sheriff shook his head and explained that this place was rumored to have had a wife who committed suicide in 1955. Every forty-nine years on Halloween, she returned to do it again. Anyone who lived on the place at the time was haunted for two days until she committed suicide again. Jenna just shook trying to comprehend the past two days.