cold.. Black darkness

A shrouded demon appears on a floating cloud on my parents front lawn.

A white horse with no head standing there, behind me, stomping its feet. whisking its tail fervently.

The demon speaks to me, not with words, but to my mind, and says that I will have the power if i let them take my hair.

The horse holds my body to the drenched cold ground as the shrouded demon starts chopping off my hair.

get up, go inside. i have no hair. and no power. AT All. the demon never existed. the horse was never there. but my hair, is gone.

I woke up and realized strange things about men and life.
i was so alone.