The Horse's Hooves Sounded Again

The unmistakable swift clacking of a horse's hooves across a hard surface, tinged with the reverberation of vast hollow space. The sound faded, re-emerged. Faded again as the unseen beast made its way from one point to another and eventually I judged it had found itself on the ground floor. It carried a sizable weight on its back whose details I wasn't able to distinguish. But there was no mistaking it for anything but the demon that attacked myself and Wasso. However, something was strikingly different about the horse now. If I were to go down that long corridor, I feared there would be no way to maneuver out of it in the dreadful event that