Bones Tales The Manor Horse -

The horse, when it came properly, arrived in a way that made sense only to the house and to anyone whose life had a seam open to the uncanny. It did not appear fully at once. First there was warmth in places where drafts had been, as if a body had paused and left its compliment of heat. Then came a muted rhythm on the stairs—not the heavy thump of hooves, but a careful, patient tapping that measured the boards. The caretaker's daughter, who had a cough and a habit of waking early, found a plait of hair coiled on her pillow like a message. It smelled of hay and old rain.