Ghost Stories for Kids "The lightning flashed, as the boy, driven with the enthusiasm of youth, and blinded by the gleam of gold coins that awaited him, walked into the gates of the mango orchard. The gates creaked, as they were opened. They hadn't been oiled for the past 25 years. Legend had it, that a headless watchman, roamed, the lanes of the orchard at night on a horse, keeping any trouble makers away. Of course the boy did not believe this. So, he set out, in the dead of night, to see for himself, if this headless watchman existed. It seemed like a good idea in the noon, with the sun shining down upon him. But now, with the leaves swaying in the eerie, and silvery moonlight, the boy shivered with fear. But he had to do this. He had to walk through the orchard, till the last tree, and get back to the gate and out. He would be given a pouch of gold coins for it. So, he walked in.
As he reached the fifth row of trees, the light rustling of leaves began. Then came the swooshing wind, whistling in his ears. And as he walked on, trembling with fright, he heard the soft hooves of a horse. The sound gradually became louder, and then he heard the unmistakable neigh of a horse. Without daring to look behind, he ran towards the end of the orchard. The wall was a dead end. He could not turn to any side. The moon hid behind the clouds, making him even more frightened. He tried to see something, anything that would help him, but all he could see, was a velvety darkness. Then, as he slowly turned away from the wall, gathering the courage to make a dash towards the open gates, a bright horse came galloping towards him. Neighing wildly, and seeming uncontrolled, it ran like its tail was on fire. And striding it, was a man. A man wearing the uniform of a watchman, and the shoes of a policeman. The boy did not want to look any higher, for he was extremely shaky. But he finally made up his mind, and looked up, to check for himself. What he saw made his skin crawl, and his hair stand on end. He shrieked in horror, and blacked out, an instant later. The boy was never the same again."
As he reached the fifth row of trees, the light rustling of leaves began. Then came the swooshing wind, whistling in his ears. And as he walked on, trembling with fright, he heard the soft hooves of a horse. The sound gradually became louder, and then he heard the unmistakable neigh of a horse. Without daring to look behind, he ran towards the end of the orchard. The wall was a dead end. He could not turn to any side. The moon hid behind the clouds, making him even more frightened. He tried to see something, anything that would help him, but all he could see, was a velvety darkness. Then, as he slowly turned away from the wall, gathering the courage to make a dash towards the open gates, a bright horse came galloping towards him. Neighing wildly, and seeming uncontrolled, it ran like its tail was on fire. And striding it, was a man. A man wearing the uniform of a watchman, and the shoes of a policeman. The boy did not want to look any higher, for he was extremely shaky. But he finally made up his mind, and looked up, to check for himself. What he saw made his skin crawl, and his hair stand on end. He shrieked in horror, and blacked out, an instant later. The boy was never the same again."
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