Rockinghorse

Rockinghorse

It came in the dead of night—a rhythmic creaking sound that only the children could hear. <br /> Jackie and Johnny tried not to listen. But it called to them, whispering of evil, luring them<br /> into the darkness of the attic.<br /><br /> With its brightly colored saddle and painted-on eyes, it was the most beautiful rocking horse Jackie and Johnny had ever seen. But as they took turns riding it, they didn’t see its tail twitch or its lips curve into a terrifying grin. They couldn’t hear the faint whicker that echoed among the shadows.<br /><br /> They couldn’t know that their own innocent eyes had taken on a strange new gleam . . .