The Ghost of the Wild Hunt

Thousands of viewers held their breaths as the sound of horse hooves tapped along the shoreline.

"Neigh!"

After a loud neigh, the horse halted its steps.

Thump—the ethereal skeleton unmounted the horse, its ghostly, black sockets staring out into the abandoned building as the wind howled through its broken windows.

The short-haired streamer leaned with his back against the cracked wall, his heart thumping with fear and regret. Fear for the unknown; regret for ever coming here.

His friends held their breath as the footsteps neared their building. The footsteps sounded haunting, as if chains were striking against the ground.

A glowing, green shadow emerged below the door and slowly made its way to the building. It reached the entrance and suddenly vanished into thin air.

'Huh?' The short-haired streamer gulped. 'Where did the shadow go?'