Stacy's boyfriend Max had recently inherited a dilapidated farm in the middle of nowhere. Curious, he and Stacy drove out to look the place over. While Max busied himself in the main house, Stacy wandered over to the empty barn. The place was dusty and old. Looked as if no animals had lived there for some time. As she walked through she found herself strangely compelled to enter one of the horse stalls. Undoing the rusty latch she pulled the door aside and walked inside. She heard a faint neigh, and the stomping of hoofs, but she couldn't see any horses or even evidence one had been here recently. Unnerved, she turned to leave, only to come face to face with a ghostly horse. They locked eyes, and the ghost horse poored itself down her gaze and into her body, changing her as it filled her with its essence. At last it finished and the new centaur blinked, her eyes glowing with the ghostly force inside her. "Max... Must find..." She stammered, then trotted out of the barn towards the fieldhouse.