My Grandpa/Father-From-The-Heart/Best friend/Guardian Angel died of colon cancer on august 5th 1998. I had had 2 other experiences with him which were only known to me. This time he came to all of us (my grandma, my cousin, me, and anyone else who was in our house) before he died, he gave to my little cousin a toy horse for Christmas. This horse only "nehey'd", kicked its left front leg, and made a galloping noise (he was a big gambler and loved the horse races).
A few months after he died, the horse would go off by itself, we at first thought (because it was untouched on the shelf) that it was maybe movement automated (because anytime anyone walked by it would go off with out being touched). After about a week of this it got more frequent and got so annoying it was going off at all hours keeping us up all night. My grandmother decided to take out the batteries. It still went off (and by went off I mean it made galloping noises and neheying) it was even worst this time it was a 24/7 thing and I mean literally it never stopped, so my grandma put it under the bathroom sink and we were ordered to keep the door closed. It was hell when we went in there (and this wasn't an unsafe feeling, it was just annoying!)
After a few days it stopped making noises, it went on like that for only a day, we woke up one night to the sounds of crying (child's cry), we all woke up, my nana, my cousin, me, my step mom, my aunt, all of us searched the whole house for the sound, it did not sound like it was coming from the bathroom, but my nana did check the bathroom for the 3rd time and sure enough it was the horse she wrapped it in a towel and put it back under the sink. But that didn't lower the noise, that noise was so terrifying and it echoed throughout the house. It went on for maybe 3 days before my nana threw it outside in the garbage, the noise finally stopped.
Well one day (semi-peaceful thank god!) my cousin was running her mouth talking trash because she was in a bad mood (we all were), she started talking trash about Jewish people (Roger, my grandpa, was Jewish), well out of no where the horse falls off the dresser (no one brought it in the house) and it just disappeared and that's the last we ever saw of it, but not the last we wpould ever think of it, because my cousin (Frani) has a souvenir, a tiny little round circle embedded on her ankle, which she claims is from the horse. When it fell off the dresser, it bit her, as crazy as it sounded, she was jumping like crazy that day, saying something bit her! I looked at her ankle and there was a hot pink circle on it, no blood, no trace of evidence of it being from the horse, but we like to believe it was.
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