My Pretty Pony

Well hello kiddies.  I am CREEPS, your BEST FIEND and GHOST-HOST OF CORPSE ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  This tale for this SHRIEK, has some HORSING AROUND in it, IN-STEED!  It occurs on a FARM OF FRIGHT and I call it...
On a big farm in southern-Ohio, back in 1931, a young farmer milked his cow early one morning.  When he got done, he suddenly heard a neigh of a horse in the barn.  He glanced around and was about to leave the barn, when he saw a shape out of the corner of his eye.  The farmer looked, seeing it was the shape of a pony, moving into one of the stalls.  The farmer walked over to the pony, noticing that it was rather dead-looking.  The pony was a pale-blue color and the insides of its ears were shining-white along with its eyes and nostrils.  "My pretty pony?!?" the farmer exclaimed.  The pony glared up at him, vanishing.  The farmer gasped in fear and ran out of the barn.  
Later on that night, the farmer was sitting in his old chair in his front room, reading a book and drinking a bottle of wine.  He glanced out the window and saw a pair of shining-white eyes glaring in at him.  He gasped in fright, dropping the book on the floor.  As he gazed back at the glowing-white eyes in the darkness, he heard the noise of a distinct whinny and the window fogged up benaeth the eyes.  With the sound of a neigh, it was the ghost of the farmer's pony.  The eyes disappeared in the night and the farmer rushed outside where they had been, turning on a lantern beside his farmhouse.  Looking, he saw the distinct hoof-prints of the apparition of the pony in the dirt.  
That ghostly pony sure took a SHRIEK IN THE WINDOW...I mean a PEEK heh-heh.  The phantom sure didn't STALL FOR TIME in disappearing from in that STALL in the barn eh?  Oh well, at least in the end, the farmer finally SHED SOME LIGHT ON THE SITUATION hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!