Transient Soul

T'were it be a chill'd evening at the haunted hollows of Tim Mcgee's Crematorium and Salad Emporium.The night sky was littered with emerald, pale clouds, that refracted the full moons eerie glow. A crow could be heard crying out its shrill avian cry. "AFLAC! AFLAC!"

We cut to a shot of a broken down Ford Explorer Pick Up truck rumbling down the windy road of Interstate Neighty Eight. Hapharzadly swerving round the bends and curves, a tarp flutters uncontrollably in the cargo bin of the truck. SUDDENLY! OUT OF NOWHERE!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! BOOOOOOOOOOM! CRAAAAAAAAAASH! AND OTHER ALLITERATIVE NOISES!

"And that is the moral of drinking and driving, be safe this Halloween, brought to you by the Canterlot DMV, remember, WE OWN YOU."

The driver yawned, "God, I fucking hate these late night commericials. Good thing I have this flask of liquor!"

He quickly pops the top of his flask, and washes down his disappointment in his career choice, and the fact his father wouldn't call him anymore.

THEN SUDDENLY....AGAIN!

WHAM!

The truck driver launched through his windshield and landed on the cold macadim, mashing his bones on impact.

"OW, MOST OF MY BONES AND INTERNAL ORGANS!"

The truck driver looked up at the cold night sky, and felt himself falling asleep. His last thoughts ran through his head, "I wish... I would've listened to those PSA's..." Then he died and went to Truck Driver heaven.

The tarp in his cargo bin began fluttering eerily, as a small shadow quickly jumped off, and made its way towards the bright lights of a town celebrating its most important holiday...Ghost Hannakuh.

The town?

Canterburg, home of Canterlot high.