This happened a long time ago, on a ranch in the middle of nowhere. The land was isolated—nothing surrounded it except a thin line of trees and a vast, empty plain stretching endlessly in every direction. Only one man lived there. For decades, he lived alone with his livestock, cut off from the rest of the world.
As time passed, a strange disease swept through the ranch. One by one, his animals died, until only a single horse remained. The man did not know where the horse had come from. He remembered that it had already been there before he even began building the ranch—standing alone in the open field, unmoving. When he first approached it, the horse did not look at him, did not flee, did not react at all. It stood perfectly still, like a statue carved from stone.
Eventually, the man decided to build a separate cage for it. To his surprise, the horse somehow ended up inside, standing exactly as it had before, facing the same direction. It never sat, never lay down. Still, the man did not think much of it.
Every day, he tried to feed the horse, but it refused everything he offered. When he washed it, the horse remained motionless, as if allowing him to do whatever he wished. It looked like an ordinary horse—quiet, intact, alive—yet it never moved. Once, the man tried to ride it, but the horse did not even shift its weight. Eventually, he gave up and left it confined to the cage.
After the disease claimed the rest of his livestock, the man was left starving and desperate, unsure of what to do.
One night, as he slept, he was suddenly awakened by a loud noise echoing through his house. Then came footsteps—slow, gentle, approaching his room. They did not sound barefoot, but heavy, dense, like something hard striking the floor.
Half-asleep and with blurred vision, he saw something standing in his doorway.
It was tall—huge. Its legs and arms resembled those of a horse, yet it stood upright like a man. Moonlight filtered through the window, revealing its full form. The horse was standing on two legs. It had two heads, and its body appeared to be melting, the flesh sagging away to expose the skeleton beneath.
It did not speak. It did not move. It only stood there, watching him.
The man, still drifting between consciousness and sleep, stared back. Neither looked away. At last, he convinced himself it was nothing more than an illusion brought on by hunger and exhaustion, and he closed his eyes once more.
When morning came, the horse was gone.
There were no footprints, no signs of escape, no trace that anyone had taken it. Inside the cage, there was only a complete horse skeleton—and it had two skulls.
Remembering what he had seen the night before, the man decided to establish a plantation instead.