One day, a young girl went to the library. She loved stories, she got it from her father. She found a book about myths and legends and spent a half hour reading it before taking it home. She rushed home to her mother “Mom! Mom!”she exclaimed happily, “Look at this book I found at the library today!” the mother smiled at her daughters love of books, flipping through a few pages she was shocked by what she saw. A picture of a tall black horse with rotted skin and bone, then one under it, the same horse with a shiny coat and strong muscles, the perfect horse for any horse lover. She recognized the name, “Kelpie” she said aloud “Have I ever told you about your great great Grandmother? ” the mother asked. “No? What happened to her?” the daughter asked, remembering that she had never heard anything about her.” She never really believed in the tales, not once. But her young creative mind found them incredibly intriguing. She read the whole book, like the one you have in 2 months. Now this book wasn’t very small, it was a full inch thick. Much bigger than yours. She was careful enough to not have nightmares about them though, but she did think of them a lot. Years passed and she kept the book with her everywhere she went, she even bought it from the library.
One animal in particular intrigued her. The Kelpie. A horse, ranging only from white to black. Its mane was always wet, its coat sticky to the touch. So sticky, that once you touch the horse. You couldn’t let go. At this point the kelpie would gallop back to the water, where a whirlpool would form. And by that time, the person would never be seen again. There are many depictions on it. Some can turn to humans, some only to the white or black coat color. In one tale, a man took a picture of him and his family, the horse crept up behind them and was in the picture, the father was later killed by the Kelpie, and over the years, he slowly disappeared from the picture, the kelpie along with it. One day your grandmother was chosen to take a horse to it’s new home. She rode the horse there and took a break near the sea. Later on she spotted a tall black horse. The horse she was taking to its new home caught her attention as she started walking over to the black horse, she looked back at the black horse to see he had disappeared. She finished her job and started on her way back to where she was going to be picked up. But she saw the horse again and walked over to it.” ” Hello handsome.” she said to the horse “It’s quite hot outside today isn’t it? Hmm…. maybe you can help me. You have a bridle after all.” She grabbed the horses mane and pulled herself up. The girl tried to let go of the mane but couldn’t. She tried to grab the reins but the horse jerked its head up, grabbing the reins in its mouth. She began to panic, remembering all she had read about the Kelpie. She tried to get off the horse, but she couldn’t. She was stuck. The tall horse lunged forward, galloping towards the water with an incredible speed. The girl screamed for help, only one heard. The hermit. He had witnessed this many times but couldn’t do anything to help her. This is how we know what happened to her. The horse jumped into the water with a splash, disappearing quickly. And Ana, was never seen ever, again. Be careful with that book young one. And never ride an unknown horse. Especially near the water.