This was not your average rocking horse.

This was not your average rocking horse. This particular horse had been furiously forged in the fiery fires of deepest depths within hidden Hades. Fourteen thousand fingers

had worked to the bone on it, and the Rocking Horse of Hell was finally complete. It was then sold at an auction in northern Kansas to a girl who

didn't appreciate it nearly as much as she should. Hell's Rocking Horse was a wooden Night Mare the likes of which Kansas hadn't seen since the time

they consented to let Supernatural use their song for the theme to announce their season finales. Still, here and now, she was having trouble feeling grateful, so she was offered

a 60 day retreat at the Aboomahari cave in Nepal where a fundamentalist monk would teach her the 'Art of finding Joy in your heart even after you've been raped, mugged, robbed, etc

for Dummies." But the cave was evil. An evil birthed before anything that could be known as consciousness. Before evil. A time when the black chaos ruled the planet. The cave

breathed and, deep within, its bloody heart hungered for something unattainable. Susan tossed the rope down and then threw a flare after it. The flare nicked off the cave's far

out cave painting. It was the first 'representative' painting of a psychedelic drug induced trip by a prehistoric tripper. The ghost of the tripper Ug wanted Susan's hula hoop

which Ug would use to hunt deer. The cave painting sold at auction for a record sum. Well, it had to be cause no one had ever bought a cave at auction. Also on sale were

some unpopped kernels of popcorn from 50,000 years ago, and some embers from the same fire. Surprisingly, there were no takers.