It was Nightmare Night. A night that was darker than usual. Ponies trotted along in funny and scary costumes. Sweets were in cute little pumpkin baskets and the milky moon sliced through the darkness on a sea of clouds. One stream fell on to the place of which I lay. My grave. Of course, I didn't know it was my grave. I didn't really know I was dead. I was oblivious to my fate. There was something about the stream, though. Something paranormal, spectral. I awoke. I went to get up but banged my head.
'Ahh...' I said, rubbing my sore head.
"Hmm?" I thought. "I... Sound funny..." My voice was a mixture of moans and groans. Not real words.
'Nyahh?' I tried, trying to speak normal words, to fail.
I viciously punched my hoof on the top of the thing I lay in. My coffin. It loosened. "Maybe just another push..."
I shoved the coffin and was greeted by more darkness. Dirt came cascading down.
'Ummph,' I groaned in a muffled voice.
Annoyed, I began pushing the dirt, until I reached light. A cool breeze flew through my mane. I was out. I clambered from the ground and began to walk. I stumbled. Something was wrong.
'Huuuh?'
I looked behind me. I was missing one of my legs. My back right leg.
"W-what?!"
I panicked. Where was it? I looked around.
"A graveyard?" I thought. I realized. I looked down at my front hooves. They looked quite gruesome. I was rotting.
"Urrgh! I'm disgusting!" I turned around, stumbling again for I forgot about my missing leg. A tombstone stood, with beautiful lilies surrounding it. I read the tombstone.
"Vanilla Sweet, loved by all, missed by all. She died young, at 20"
"Vanilla Sweet? That's... That's me..."
I looked back down at my rotting flesh. Maybe it is all just a dream? A very awful dream. But it must be true. I was a Zompony. I started hobbling backwards. "Why me? I don't want to be undead!"
Thoughts raced through my mind. I blinked, trying not to cry. Something didn't feel right. My left eye was missing.
"Oh my Celestia! I must look horrifying, I need a mirror."
'What a great costume!' said a voice behind me.
"Do not turn around..." I thought.
'Thaaa...' I moaned.
'Great voice too!'
The pony trotted off. What was I to do? I don't think they noticed my missing leg, even from behind. I couldn't just stay here. I didn't want to go back into the grave, not after getting out of it. Maybe everyone at Ponyville would all think I really was just a great costume? Maybe they would all scream in panic and run away, locking doors and hiding in closets. Maybe I would be cut up for science. Maybe I would be killed. I didn't like any of these thoughts. My cover would be blown after a while if I was a great costume anyway. I began slowly walking to the old dirt path. Back into Ponyville. As I walked and stumbled, I heard voices. Then silence.
'Wow! She'll win the best costume contest for sure!' cried a voice.
I looked around. Loads of ponies were looking at me. It was a mistake looking around. Everypony shrieked and screamed and yelled and shouted and cried at my face.
'Ahhhh...'
'It wants to eat our brains!'
'Run!'
They all started to gallop and fly off in different directions, all screaming in panic.
"Oh dear..."
'But this just can't be possible!' exclaimed another voice. I looked to where it came from. There, stood a purple Unicorn, who stared at me intently, not showing fear at all.
