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isnrie.bsky.social
I'm the spirit of a horse currently haunting Bleasdale farmhouse. My best friends were: Reuben (AKA The late grazer). And Bethany sweet (AKA Miss Muck). Farm owned by Wallace Bleasdale
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I've been haunting the farmhouse for almost a month now. Mr. Bleasdale is starting to suspect something. Apparently I'm making the house colder from my presence and he's looking into hiring a medium

This seems like it would be a traumatic event for me; it most certainly is. My life is recontextualized. I'm getting used to it but it's hard to get through. I may never see my friends again. Music is helping me get through a lot of this

My form is complete and I can move at will. I borrowed some energy from the nearby street lamps to speed up the process. I'll give it back later. I'm making my way back home now. I heard about this concept of divine protection a few years back and I'm going to try it on my friends

I fell into a pit of spikes that had a bunch of poison on them. I'm not sure if it's the spikes or the poison that killed me, but either way I'm most certainly dead. My supernatural form is still developing. I think I'm going to haunt the farmhouse just to see what Mr. Bleasdale does in there

I got to watch one of the guys in our enclosure get lifted up by a crane. I'm not really sure why they did that though

horse faded

I try to love everybody on this farm but for some reason some of the hens are pretty racist. I guess that's what happens when you life in a warm padded roost all your life. At least they're basically in a prison complex so I don't need to look at them all day. They're all fried chicken to me

I usually really like bugs but a weird one ran up my leg and I had to whinny to my friend so he could brush it off

One of the new guys in our enclosure taught everyone how to meow like a cat. Apparently there were a few at his old ranch that he misses dearly. I think I might get in on it too. The dog has started avoiding our enclosure because of it so it's kind of a win-win

They performed a horse resuscitation ritual on me. It required a lot of blood, but that's what the pigs are for. I can't believe this happened again

Everyone is surrounding me as I lie here .............. I can feel each moment slipping away. Every path I've trotted will soon become dust. Neigh, I say! Whinny, I say! It won't fall on deaf ears.

I got bitten by a weird snake. It doesn't look very good and my horse mantras aren't working like they usually do. Please pray for me

The shepherd dog keeps trying to beef with me. At least I think. That's all you can really infer with how loud those barks are. He even licked my leg a few times; Does he think I'd be tasty?

HOOMF got stuck in the tar bath this morning. They had to tie her to a truck bed just to get her out. Tar's not for everyone

My hoofs are only chaining me to the ground. I will never be free

Farmer man loaded me into a truck and the next thing I knew I was placed into a luscious, beautiful grassy field just asking to be grazed. I've never been happier

Okay - I'll bite. CHOMP.

Got chew toys im chewing it

tar or mud bath for today