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Rumors about the Horse People started in early Summer. All of the witnesses were meth-heads, so no one believed them. Officers would find them sprawled out on the county roads, half-naked and delirious with the odor of chemicals on their skin. Inevitably, their rants would turn to stories about giants in the woods with animal faces. None of this could be corroborated. The credibility of the witnesses was practically zero. As months rolled by, the number of drugged-out users found stalking down a dirt road or nearly hit by a truck continued to increase. By the Winter, it was impossible to ignore.

On the first night of December, a farm truck went off the road into a ditch and smashed into a culvert. The driver was fine, but the vehicle was totaled. Abner took the crash report and returned to the Sheriff's office.

"More Horse People?" The dispatcher asked Abner.
"Nope," he replied. He paused for effect.
"Well?" She said.
"Saw a witch this time."
"A witch? Like with a broom and pointy hat?"
"We didn't really get much past witch," Abner chuckled.

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