You ignored the warnings and proceeded into the woods, the moon offered little light towards your path but it was doable. Every now and again you’d hear steps behind you, a swish or a displeased sound, but never saw anything.

This was until a voice rang out behind you, “Humans are getting rather bold these days, don’t you agree?” A man emerged from the shadows behind. This wouldn’t be unnerving if he didn’t have the bottom half of a horse. The black hoof of the Friesian half stomped.