The One Mike Dirnt Story, chapter 22
Mike looked curisoly at the horse, he backed off slowley, the horse now walk towards him. Mike stopped.
The horse stood next to him, his mom had taught him about wild horses and what they can do.
Mike slowly put his hand out, so the horse could smell him.
The horse reared up and pawed the air.
"Shit!" Mike said as he made a dash for his car, as soon as he was driving he looked into his mirror.
The horse was following. Mike stepped on it, so did the horse.
By nighttime, Mike found a hotel, checked in and went to his room.
"Woah, what a weird day!" he thought to himself as he sat down on the couch.
Suddenly he heard a loud neigh.
Mike shot up and looked out the window. It was the horse. Mike had enough, he went out and walked over to the horse.
"OKAY! why on the face of the earth are you following me?" The horse turned it's head way, Mike looked.
It was Jason's body.
"No! That's impossiable! I left it!" he shouted, the horse didn't move.
"Okay, listen, I siad I would go back, just let me figure it out!" and with that he walked over to the body.
"Okay Mike, don't freak," siad a voice inside his head. Mike looked at the body:
It had long cuts across the face, and blood pouring from it's head. Mike looked at it in disberleavment.
Blood?
Why would a body be bleeding if it has been a corpse for two weeks?
Mike backed away, the horse bit him, not on the skin, but held him by the shirt.
"Hey! Put me down!" he whined like a little kid, but the horse held firm, he then found himself on the back on the horse and a white light infront of him.
The horse stood next to him, his mom had taught him about wild horses and what they can do.
Mike slowly put his hand out, so the horse could smell him.
The horse reared up and pawed the air.
"Shit!" Mike said as he made a dash for his car, as soon as he was driving he looked into his mirror.
The horse was following. Mike stepped on it, so did the horse.
By nighttime, Mike found a hotel, checked in and went to his room.
"Woah, what a weird day!" he thought to himself as he sat down on the couch.
Suddenly he heard a loud neigh.
Mike shot up and looked out the window. It was the horse. Mike had enough, he went out and walked over to the horse.
"OKAY! why on the face of the earth are you following me?" The horse turned it's head way, Mike looked.
It was Jason's body.
"No! That's impossiable! I left it!" he shouted, the horse didn't move.
"Okay, listen, I siad I would go back, just let me figure it out!" and with that he walked over to the body.
"Okay Mike, don't freak," siad a voice inside his head. Mike looked at the body:
It had long cuts across the face, and blood pouring from it's head. Mike looked at it in disberleavment.
Blood?
Why would a body be bleeding if it has been a corpse for two weeks?
Mike backed away, the horse bit him, not on the skin, but held him by the shirt.
"Hey! Put me down!" he whined like a little kid, but the horse held firm, he then found himself on the back on the horse and a white light infront of him.
