The Screams Beyond The Trees

June 20, 2014

Diary Entry #1

Okay, so I’m going to write down everything that’s happened throughout the day. So at the end of each day, I’ll be writing down what happened during the day.

And boy did things happen today. Even on my days off, I can’t get away from that story my patient Applebloom… Shared with me.

My boss called me to work this morning to talk about the investigation the police held. He also wanted to show me the pictures they found. I reluctantly got dressed and went to work.

Since having wings, I as always able to get to work in a fast and punctual fashion. Even if I’m 35 years young. So anyways, I got to work and went to my bosses office. I saw him sitting behind his wooden desk, probably made out of oak or maybe pine.

But his face was unsettling. He looked scared, but was trying to hide it with a face of deep thought.

He looked at me, and only said

She ain't lying Straitjacket.

He smacked a small manila folder with little pictures and reports slipping out. I slowly and reluctantly reached for the pictures. I had a feeling of what that folder may have inside of it.

And I didn't want to see what was inside.

If only I knew what would be inside, I wouldn't have looked. But I did, and I wish I hadn't, I really wish I hadn't.

I can still remember the images as clear as day. The first was the actual slaughter cellar that Applebloom described. There was a small metal table against the wall, blood stained hay coated the floor. The wooden walls and beams holding up the wooden roof was moldy and rotten.

Reports on the room stated:

The room reeked of blood, flesh, and mold. We searched more of the room. We only found rotten chicken heads and assorted organs in buckets and sacks near the back. But before we left, under one of the organ sacks, was a small door going further down. It was locked with a large padlock. With some bolt cutters, we were able to access the small door and see what it hid.

What we found was horrid and revolting.

When we reached the bottom of the ladder, we found a deceased pegasus mare. She had purple mane, and orange colored fur. She was naked, with fluids not all of them hers coated her fur and nether regions. Her wings were broken, but one wing was missing. The bone was sticking out of the wing socket, her stomach was also wounded. She had a giant part of her stomach missing, the blood dripping and starting to dry.

Autopsy reports say that this poor mares name was Scootaloo. Wife to wonderbolt apprentice Rumble. And, future mother, for when we looked in the back, we found a hanging stallion. A noose around his neck he had orange feathers in his mouth, and a shriveled up and bitten fetus below him. We inspected more of his body as he hung from a wooden beam. He had a note stuck to his back that read.

'Keep the tradition'

After reading the report, I looked at the crime scene photos. I really wish I hadn't, I saw Applebloom's brother hanging from the noose. With the pegasus feathers poking out of his mouth. Being a pegasus stallion myself, it's more... Personal. I flipped through some more photos of the barn and the interior of the building. Then I found a picture of the secret door that led to the supposed secret underground room. It seemed to be hidden under some hay bails since some hay stacks were shifted to the side. I shifted through some more photos until I ran into the photo of what was left of the poor mare.

The documents were descriptive enough, but seeing this poor pegasus mare was disgusting and heartbreaking. She was obviously going through agony before she died. She had a face of anguish and pain. I saw the blood everywhere, the giant chunk of her stomach gone, and the fetus at her hooves. But the more disturbing thing I saw, was the fetus without it's head.

I quickly put the pictures back in the folder and slapped it on the desk and went back to the door, I looked back to see my boss drinking from a flask. Obviously regretting the same mistake I made by looking at the pictures. I slowly walked out the office and down the hall. Still thinking of what I just saw, thinking of what that poor mare was going through when she was... Was... Murdered and violated.

For the rest of the day and even now, I can't think straight, I can't forget those images from my mind. What's even worse is that I had this day off so that I can forget all about Applebloom's story.

~<***>~

June 21, 2014

Diary Entry #2

Sunday morning, one more day until I have to go back to listening more to Applebloom's disturbing story. I went outside my home to check the mail like I usually did every Sunday morning, but I wasn't expecting anything more than coupons, news papers, and taxes. But instead I found a small envelope, with the police station's logo stamped on it. I opened it and it read,

Dear Dr. Straitjacket, we are sending this letter to notify you that the barn and all of Sweet Apple Acres is now closed down and is under more investigation. We hope that you will tell Applebloom this news. We hope that this is not a problem with you.

The Ponyville Police Station

Commissioner Gold Badge

I thought to myself after reading the letter.

"Why do they tell me this shit?"

~<***>~

The rest of the day, thank Celestia went by pretty well. I mean, I still thought of the photos I saw, and the letter I received. But sadly tomorrow is back to work so I'll have to act as professional as possible when I tell Applebloom this, very descriptive news. I really hope it doesn't throw her over the edge however, she doesn't seem mentally unstable in any way, shape, or form. Only scarred, but I've seen more impossible things happen in my 10 years of working as a psychiatric doctor.

So that's all I have to say for today.

Goodnight.