I didn’t know that I was on sacred ground.
I didn’t know I was intruding an ancient burial sight.
I didn’t know…
It was a normal Saturday morning. What was different about today? I was only leaving the trail for a moment.
Soon after I left the trail, eerie laughter was following me.
It was children’s laughter. Every time I looked for it, I saw a flash of clothing.
It was terrifying. Someone—or something—was following me.
My mare was spooking at everything then came to a dead stop. I was in a burial sight.
And then she reared.
A drabble is a short story consisting of exactly 100 words, not counting the title.
I hoped you liked the drabble, I've had this idea in my head for a while.