Story Sent in by Julian:
I met Felicia online. Her profile essays were a little sparse, but I liked what I read. I wrote to her, and she never wrote back, so she didn't cross my mind until a few weeks later, when a message from her appeared in my inbox.
She wrote that she had been at an intensive cooking school program for a while, and hadn't had the time to write back. I was an amateur cook, myself, and we found that we had a lot in common, in addition to promising to cook for each other. After a few weeks of speaking over email and over the phone, I asked her if she wanted to meet up.
"It's a little too soon," she told me, "I'm sorry. I haven't had good experiences with online guys. They've all treated me like crap."
"I understand," I replied, "Whatever you're comfortable with."
I didn't think much more of it, and we continued to talk. One thing that stuck out was that, in one message to me, she asked out of the blue, "Do you like horses?"
I replied, "I suppose so. Why?"
But no response to my curiosity ever came, and I shortly forgot that the question was ever asked. Not long after, she asked me if I still wanted to meet her. I did, and we made plans to meet in a park.
I made it there first and sat on a bench. The time of our meeting came and went, and she didn't show. My phone rang, and I saw that it was her. I picked it up to answer, but she hung up. I tried her back, but then something unexpected happened.
A person in a blue dress and wearing a full-head horse mask walked down the path, toward me. Then, right behind the first person, a second one walked, in a dress shirt and jeans, and also wearing the same horse mask. Then, from a different path, but still close by, a third person, all in black, walked towards me, also in a horse mask.
I stood up from the bench. The three horse-people stopped and looked at me from about ten feet away. All I could utter was, "Uh... Felicia?"
They didn't move. I asked, "Is one of you Felicia?"
Still no movement. I smiled and repeated the question. They didn't move or say a word. "Okay..." I said, and walked away. They followed me. As I walked, I pulled out my phone, in the hope that if one of them was Felicia, it would ring. It didn't, and her phone went to voicemail. I hung up, and as I walked, the horse-people hung back further and further until they didn't follow me anymore. I made it out of the park, tried Felicia one more time, left a short message, waited around a bit, and then went home.
I wrote her an email to ask her if she was behind the horse thing. She wrote back, "Ah, horses!" and that was the last I heard from her.