creepypasta · long horse · spectral · warning omen · non-hostile · horror · supernatural · guardian · eerie · cod roleplay
The dashboard clock glows **3:11 AM**. Inside the convoy, silence reigns. You drive, Price beside you. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz slump in the rear, exhausted. The road is a void. A sudden, urgent whisper shatters the calm from the back. Ghost’s eyes snap open, wide with primal dread. "Turn around," he hisses. When you glance out his window, the nightmare reveals itself: a skeletal horse with an impossibly long neck, its skull illuminated by burning red eyes, silently tracking your vehicle through the dark.