Day 283

There were no horses nearby and yet they kept washing up.
The beach was littered with them, not just the local breed either.
Every single one was missing their hooves.
Police thought it was some black market thing gone wrong.

Locals remembered things they'd pushed out of their minds.
Brought up old stories of a young woman who died there.
Said she'd murdered her family and hid their bodies on their farm.
Pretended everything was fine and claimed they went on holiday.

Nobody suspected anything and even she began to forget.
But they came back, they wanted her to suffer and suffer she did.
They wouldn't let her leave - she tried.
They'd killed all the animals - cut off their hooves and left them to die.

Just like she'd left them to die, tongues cut out and bodies strung up in the cellar.
Her last option was on foot, they chased her still.
Through fields, along empty road and into the sea.
They chased her until she could swim no further, until she joined them.

Some say she still suffers under them.
They torment her in the afterlife and on clear nights you can hear her screaming on the beach.
The sudden arrival of the mutilated horses were just another part of this.
Some of them were still alive when they were found.

Their cries sounded almost like a young woman screaming.
She's even been sighted apparently - her head floating and the water red around her.
She begs for help until red hands pull her under the waves.
We don't know how to stop this.

Please help.
The police won't believe us,
She can't rest.
They won't let her.