''Twilight? Is that you?''
''Uuuuegh, Spikee! Goo bhack tooo behd, it's like, one in the morning, we havee mahny taskss to accohmplishh today''
''B-but.. I saw something outside..''
''I'm more than positive it was probably justt a sstick.. Go to behd Sssspppiiikeee!''
''Hmph! Fine..''

Too tired to rebut against Twilight, Spike finally gave into his sleep exhaustion. What the baby dragon had seen hadn't been just a ''stick'', it had been something much more malicious. Countless days, the baby dragon had been disturbed from his sleep by the odd figure, lurking around outside. He was certain some pony wanted Twilight's blood, or even worst, his blood! After an uneasy sleep, the baby dragon, awoken by his surrogate mother, and almost relative, Twilight, headed to make breakfast for the two. For spike, cooking was quite a regular routine for him. Twilight though, always head cemented into her books, apparently never ''has'' time to make breakfast. Heck, Spike even questions Twilight about why she can't lay down her book just to cook for once. As time past, night came about. The pair, exhausted from a day of hiking with Applejack and co. finally submitted to the night, and both scurried as hastily into their beds.

''Spike.''
''Yea, Twilight?''
''Please do refrain from waking me up tonight, I understand what you see can be, somewhat frighting for you, but i'm positive it's nothing to be afraid of. Tomorrow, we have to get up early and help Rarity gather material for her dresses! You've seen her have a mental break down the last time we told her we couldn't come..''
''Oh man! That didn't end well.. B-but, Twilight... That thing, it-''
''Good, thank you Spike.'' Twilight interrupted
''But Twilight, what i saw.. It just..''
''Hush now, It's much past your curfew little dragon!'' Twilight said, accompanied by a warming giggle.

Spike, tired as ever, gave up again. Soon the two were plum-tuckered into their soothing, warm beds.
Tap-tap* Tap-tap-tap* That noise. That unbearable noise that bothered Spike. Annoyed and somewhat startled, Spike jumped out of bed, and went to check what was causing the tapping. As he slowly made his way, the tapping slowly dissipated into a quietness, and was now no where to be heard. It was as if it had been sent to the moon in an blink of an eye. Confused, Spike made his way back to the bed. Spike noticed something standing near the window. A black shade, it took the shape of a stallion. All the other details of the stallion were hazy and too dark to be seen. Spike knew one thing,
whatever it was, it wasn't friendly. The thing exchanged a glance with spike. Spike was lucky, he couldn't see the features of whatever that black thing had. He was actually still quite scared of it, the way it looked at him. The way it was looking into Spikes very existence and soul, it was almost as if it wanted to eat Spikes flesh, and use his scales to make some accessory from.

There it was again.
That absurd and irritant tapping.
Tap-tap-tap*

''BUCK'' A terrified Spike shouted, but quickly concealing his mouth so Twilight wouldn't wake up.

''S-Spike, is that you?'' Asked a very tired Twilight.
The very moment she spoke, the eerie tapping came to a halt.
''What did I say about playing detective, Spike... Go-to-bed-now.''
''B-but.. Twilight, didn't you hear that?''
''Sure, i heard the paranoid baby dragon wandering the room and shout! Now go to sleep, or i won't let you to go to Rarity's for the rest of the week!''
''What! You can't do that! That's not fair!''
''Oh yes I can, now go to sleep, for the last time, Spike!''

Ticked off, the baby dragon surrendered once again, and gave away to sleep.
Tap-tap-tap*
There it was again.
Tap-tap-tap*
And again.
Tap-tap-tap*

''STO-O-O-P!!'' The baby dragon, shouted in panic. Twilight, much exhausted did not even budge and attempt to stop the rampant dragon's cries.
''Twilight, don't you hear it??!''
''Twilight?!!''

Twilight laid there, snoring and more annoyed than ever, decided to just ignore Spike. The baby dragon, now more filled with fear than ever, ventured out to find the source of the tapping, and the reason it was happening. You wouldn't expect a baby dragon, scared half to death to check up on what, could be one of the most terrifying things in the world to check what was making such an annoying sound, but Spike was different. The thing was, Twilight actually couldn't hear what was going on, nor could she see anything standing at the window, except for the beautiful, gleaming night sky.

Whatever this thing was, it most likely didn't want Twilight, it wanted Spike.

Out of mortification and frustration, Spike quickly lost his sanity, and ran outside. It was dark, all of Ponyville's lights were off. Everypony was sound asleep, safe and protected by one another. Spike quietly snuck around the library, making sure he was leaving no sound in his clawsteps. Every few seconds, he stopped to see where the dark figure was. No luck, whatever it was, it was gone now.

''Ssssspppikee..'' A quiet and echoing voice muttered.

Spike almost jumped out of his scales when he heard the voice travel through the air.

''WHO'S THERE???!''
''D-d-dd-o-oo-nn-n't-t w-w-wo-oo-rr-yy-y-yy...'' The whispering voice cooed, sounding like it was stuttering.
''I-i-i-i ww-iiii-llll-lll eee-nn-d yyyyy-oooou-uuu-rrr ppppppaaaaa-iiiiiiii-nnnnnn''
''WHAT PAIN, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? GO AWAY YOU FREAKY MEAN VOICE!'' The baby dragon shouted, completely stunned at the haunting voice he heard.

There was nothing there, Spike looked all around with a face filled with complete confusion, and horror. The voice seemed like it was in his head, but it wasn't. He could've sworn in was coming from every direction.

''Ha-ha-haaha-haahaa-haa...'' The voice laughed.

''ww-ww-hhhh-yyyyy dd-oooo-nnnn'tt-tt wwww-eeeee hhaaa-vvveee a-lll-iiittt-llleee fffff-uuunnnn?...''

Now shrieking and in sobbing like a baby in pain, ran for his life towards the Everfree, without a thought.

''Iiii-mmmm ggg-ooooiii-nnnggg ttt-oooo g--eeettt yyy-oouuuu ssss-ppiii-kee!''
''Lll-eetttsss hhaaa-veee ssooo-mmeeee fff-uuunnnn...''
''Hhhh-iiidddd-eee aaa-nnddd ssseee-kkkk, hhii-ddeee a-nnddd seee-kkkk....'' The deranged and unnatural voice chanted.
''Nyahaa-hhaahaa..''

That voice. It sounded like.... Pinkie Pie? But it can't be... That's impossible! Pinkie doesn't sound so croaky and deranged like that voice... No way it can be Pinkie... No way! The baby dragon thought, running for his life at the same time.

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It had been ten minutes already. The baby dragon wasn't accustomed to running for so long so often. All around him, he heard the ghastly voice cackle every now and then. In fact, this actually reminded him of a story that Rainbow dash once told him. The story about the mare who lost her rusty horse shoe. Except, this wasn't a rusty horse shoe, this was a monster, chasing Spike effortlessly, with no true aim or purpose whatsoever.

Spike read a lot of ghost stories about silly horrors such as Nightmare Moon actually eating little ponies in one gulp. He thought that this thing, could've maybe been in a book, but Spike had never laid eyes on a book that mentioned some monster pony chasing other ponies around.

Finally, out of breath, Spike gave up. He rested himself upon a crooked stile, that lead to some new place he had dared not venture past. There it was. The horrifying figure.

''W-w-wha-tt I-i-iss... T-t-thaatt??'' Stuttered the now, mortified, horrified and cry me a river Spike.

Standing about 15 feet away from him, stood none other, than a bloodied, scratched up, scarred, bruised stallion. It's body permeated the air with death and it's foul odor that emitted from it's broken pores and decaying flesh. But, the most horrifying feature wasn't the body marks and blood. No, this was much more disturbing. So disturbing, it made spike want to rip out his eyeballs, put them in a puddle of 3 year old mud, ferment them in expired milk, then put them back in his sockets just to clean off what he was looking at.

It's neck, crooked at an impossible angle. How was that even possible? It's neck just... It's neck was arched to the side completely, just perfectly so it made contact with its own chest. It's eyes, were pitch black bulbs of pure malice. It's eyes were like dark vacuums of space, that threatened to engulf everything that looked into it. It's crooked smile, and unhinged jaw made it seem like it wanted to do more then kill you slowly and painfully... Its smile, resembled that of death. It's smile, was as if it were about to just lunge at you, and rip out your very flesh from your neck and consume you alive, while you were still conscious enough to see the mortifying beast slowly take chunks of blood and flesh from you, and see it drip from its unearthly mouth.

''C-c-crookeed p-p-poonny...'' Spike, now whimpering and sobbing like a lost child.

Slowly, it approached him. The impending terror, slowly creeping up Spikes scaly spine. Its smile, was overwhelming enough to paralyze a cockatrice itself.

There was a crooked pony and he walked a crooked mile.

Author's Note

Made a few edits. I know it's bad,