The old barn sat on 40 lacres, it leaned to one side, had peeling paint, and toy cars and a fort in one stall. The toys have been there for years, when Myk had moved in the neighbors had said a young boy had died near the barn, and his spirit still roamed the barn yard. No horses occupied the barn because of the boys ghost, it was deemed condemned. The lady that owned it, Myk as her friends called her, still used it for storage, as well as for grain, she didn't mind the ghost, he had never harmed her.
In the barn you might see an occasional mouse scurry by, a cat sleeping on the dirty, used straw floor, and the many spiderwebs that occupied the ceiling corners, but that was all. As you walked by to feed the horses in the corrals behind the barn; Colts, yearlings, studs, and mares hollered as they saw the hay coming their way. Birds soared above, dogs barked in the distance, and a cold chill would run up and down the spine even though it was summer, but it would pass once you got past the barn.
Myk lived alone, she had divorced her cheating husband many years ago and didn't want to spend the rest of her life waiting for another man to grow up and take charge of his own life. She was content, she had things to occupy her time. She had friends down the road a piece whom she'd visit with on occasion, but her favorite things were tending her gardens, reading in the sun, taking care of her animals and playing with her little dogs, Rocko and Coco. They were very silly little creatures, and loved attention; they would chase each other around the living room table, Coco would do the butt defense and wiggle his butt in front of Rocko's face and Rocko would get mad and bark wildly at him. Coco's favorite game was stealing Rocko's sock and running down the hall with it, then hide it somewhere. Myk loved watching them do this, it was far more entertaining then television, and cheaper as well.
