The Tale Tell Pinkie

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my hoof slipped out and i dropped the lantern, and Derpy sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there ...a muffin?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle,
my pink mane was hanging over my eyes : Flat and Thin it was.
In the meantime I did not hear her lie down. Derpy was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe.
I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me.
I say I knew it well. I knew what Derpy felt, and pitied her, although I chuckled at heart.
Even she couldn't help it that her eyes had that,Evil in her pupils.
I knew that she had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when she had turned in the bed.
Her fears had been ever since growing upon her.
She had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. She had been saying to herself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, she had been trying to comfort herself with these suppositions: but Derpy had found all in vain. All in vain; because Dumbness, in approaching her had stalked with his buddy Death before her, and enveloped the victim.
Derpy had always such an unlucky life but that was not the reason to be unhappy.
She was always happy and didn't care about if she did something dumb or when she derped.
--although she neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing her lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern.
So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider or Spike's his firebreath, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon one of her closed eyes.