Twilight dropped her flash light, and it clanked on the floor. Not a thing was visible, her eyes taking a long time to adjust to he darkness. Whoever, or whatever, slammed the door spoke.

"Make yourself known! The great and powerful Trixie doesn't appreciate your tricks." The voice was just as hoarse as Rainbows had been, and she found it obvious who it was. It was 'The Great and Powerful' Trixie. Why was she here? Hesitantly, as her eyes adjusted, she walked toward her. Trixie was a horrid sight. Her eyes looked as if they had been torn out, then the lids sewed shut. It caused Twilight to inhale and bite her lip till it bled. She wasn't all that sure if she should make herself known or not. Her legs moved on their own, her unconscious brain doing the thinking for her. There was a small space between the door and Trixie, and Twilight's legs moved on her own. With her eyes unable to shut, she walked past Trixie, her heart beating and her ragged breath making her fear Trixie would hear it. When she got out of the room, she ran up the stairs. Screeching and hissed threats were behind her.

"I'll find you! I'll find you, and chew your throat out! Yes. . . I'm going to eat your heart!" The further away she got, the more distant the voice sound. Still, she knew it never stopped. Frustrated screams were the only thing that reminded Twilight the eyeless pony was still down there. Listening and waiting. Wanting to strike as soon as possible. She tried to ignore it, and went upstairs, to further her knowledge on the situation. The noises up here where no better than Trixie's screams. Sounds of pure agony and hatred filled the halls. However, her eyes were attracted to a bloody piece of paper, the words written in fading ink and then blood, showing the supply of anything here was limited. It read, as follows:
Dear Miss Twilight Sparkle,

This is horrifying for you, I understand, but you must focus. You must defeat the dark forces at work here. I am unable to escape, and no means have been found, however, as soon as you rescue the innocent in here and break their curse, you must leave. There is no time left for me, I will die here.

Twilight's eye twitched. This letter was for her. Specifically for her. It wasn't just written to be written, it had her name. She tossed it, and, like a lot of things so far, pushed it to the back of her mind. Focused, as it said she should be, she walked on.

Celestia help me.. Twilight thought, shivering. I'm actually taking some lunatics advise? But somewhere, deep in her mind, she knew it was best. The walls were covered in writing. All of them different, but with the same meaning.
Listen. Listen. LISTEN.
The First Trial
HEAR. LISTEN. PAY ATTENTION.

None of these were any comfort that some pony was alive. It only showed the ones that were are insane, or are heading there fast. As she began to reach the end of the hallway, the lights flickered out. All was silent, at least for a moment. Then, the clanging of chains came out of a room in the hall. A voice, close, yet disembodied, told her to Listen. Survive by listening.

Trying to remember her studies, Twilight closed her eyes. The blind's senses where heightened, so if she was unable to see him, her body would make her hear extremely well. At least it should. The clanking came closer, and to her left. Twilight shifted, moving to the right. Beside her, an angry grunt alerted her of a presence. It's hot breath was on her neck, teeth snapped just beside her ear. It was much too close to her. So close, she felt it's teeth rip some hair off, and she could hear it chuckle. She quickly put a hoof out, finding a door and going inside. She heard it charge, only slamming into the wall at the end of the next hall. It growled loudly, coming back to the hall. As Twilight had chosen the last door at the end of the hall, the thing, it, whatever it was, went inside, and Twilight quickly hid in a closet of sorts, standing on two legs. The creature began searching, ransacking the place. Eventually it found a door, and slammed it upon, causing Twilight to gasp. The door was to another room, and he hissed in anger. Satisfied that his target wasn't here, he left. Twilight slid out of the closet when she thought all was safe.

"I must be going crazy. . . This isn't possible! No, this is just a nightmare. I'll wake up in my bed soon." The same disembodied voice answered her.

You're not crazy, and I'm afraid this is all too real.

"W-who are you? Why should I listen to you?!" Twilight whispered, her tone filled to the brim with worry and fear.

I'm your savior. The same stallion who left the message. Ever heard of the Afterlife? I'm stuck here. Until you break the curse on this place, I'm in eternal purgatory. The young sounding pony answered.

"Well, will I s-survive?" She asked. It was a simple question to pop up at a time like this.

Heed my orders, and be witty, and you might. If you want to save anyone, you will do so. Now, head to the east wing. It's where they kept the most dangerous lunatics. Also where you'll find the most helpful ponies.

Twilight had no idea what she had gotten herself into, but she knew it'd be a while before she got out of here.

Author's Note

Sorry this chapter is short! It's just really late and I wanted to finish it. Still, enjoy!