Dardened Stables

A old falling down stables that horses breed in.
Form a horses point of view:
As she backed out of the small broken down stall with the glass in the window clowded over by cobwebs and the dirt floor covered by a half moldy dusty straw, She looked around her mind thinking about the stables now... It was a small place, only 5 stalls, 2 of them rectangular will wooden feeding boxes nailed down and one box stall next the them, With a small broken down door and four horse shoes hanging over the side of the door. It was nothing special, there were 2 stalls acrosed from the others, all the same size, but with out a front wall. The front of the barn was two other stalls and two old tack rooms. The two other stalls did not have fronts and were filled with half moldy square bales. One tack room was just as bad as one of the stalls, moldy hay scattered over the floor and 7 or so anciant saddles sat on wooden saddle racks nailed to the wall, mostly western saddles with about 3 bridles. The other tack room was in better shape with one open bag half filled with old mousey oats and 8 or so old western saddles covered in dust, a few terrible halters and lead ropes. The second tack room also had a english saddle, also covered in dust and not that nice, and 3 or 4 bridles with various sets of reins scattered about on the floor. No horse ever chanced going into a tack room. Beside the door of the first tack room was a set of stairs that went up into a hay loft filled also with worse hay and old drawing covering in layers over layers of dust. She liked it it had a homly feeling. On either end of the barn was a big sliding door stuck with years of rot and rust. No equine yet had dared to venture out the back, afraid of what they might find.