...At that moment she heard a horse neighing. Celestine involuntarily turned her face to the window, on which raindrops were drumming. This is the clatter of hooves! She threw back the blanket and jumped out of bed. The girl ran barefoot to the window and looked out into the inhospitable night. And at the same moment she saw him - a ghost horse. He stood in streams of rain, drops of water glistened on his body, and luminous eyes flickered in the eye sockets of his white skull. The mysterious beast turned its head and looked at Celestine. The look in his eyes made the woman shudder. She saw in them a silent reproach and a threat. Celestine pulled away from the window and leaned against the cold wall. Henry had just left the bathroom and looked at his wife in surprise: “Are you not in bed yet?” “Do you want to see one of these ghost horses, Henry?” Then come here...