The Living Creepypasta

"Alright, let's see what we have here..." Scootaloo opened her pantry door, unleashing the hidden snacks.

"Wow! That's ah ton of snacks!" Apple Bloom was surprised at how much Scootaloo had.

"Everything looks so good!" Sweetie Belle added, eyeing the chocolate-chunk brownies.

"You want some? I made 'em myself." Scootaloo said proudly, a smile beaming on her face.

"Ah'll take one!" Apple Bloom replied.

"Okay, Scoot! And, I never knew you cooked." Sweetie said.

"Yeah, sometimes." Scootaloo said quietly, now holding the brownie tray for her friends to pick from.

"Ooh! These are delicious!" Sweetie Belle squeaked, brownie stuffed in her mouth.

Unlike the unicorn, Bloom waited until she swallowed before thanking and complimenting on the food. "Thanks, Scootaloo! This is really good."

"Heh, no prob, guys. Glad to see you like 'em." Scootaloo replied, picking up a brownie for herself.

As the fillies ate, the rain continued to pour. The water became heavier and heavier as it tumbled out of the skies above. Lightning crashed and thunder shook the ground. Wind howled through the town like Windigos. The storm received more life every second.

"Girls, I just wanted to remind you that I am going to bed in an hour, so be sure to also be in bed by ten. I'll be in my room if anypony needs me. Scootaloo, why don't you take your friends into your room and do something in there?" The orange filly's dad instructed her.

"Alright, dad. Come on, guys!" The pegasus said, flapping her wings as quick as a hummingbird up against her body. The three fillies ran into the bedroom unknowing to what would happen to Scootaloo's dad on the other side of the house.

"So guys, what do you want to do?" Scootaloo asked her two best friends, excluding Rainbow Dash. The three fillies sat on Scootaloo's bed.

"How about we have makeovers?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Oar we could jest tell scarah stories!" Apple Bloom suggested, raising her front hooves behind her head while making a scary looking face.

"Ooh, I like the story idea!" Sweetie agreed.

"Me too! Who wants to go first?" Scootaloo asked.

"Ah will! Now, if this story gits too scarah jest let me know." Apple Bloom began, "It was a dark, cold night in the Everfree forest. The wind ran through the trees like a stampede. Two little ponies walked through the forest... they were lost. Their mather had sent them out earlier to pick berrehs fer her, but they had found none. And now they were hungry and lost. The filly asked her brother, 'When will we find our way back home?', and the colt replied, 'We might never find our home. We're too lost in these woods!' So they continued, until they came upon a large lake. But it wasn't jest any lake- it was an acid lake. They knew it, too. But they were so hungry and thirsteh, they couldn't resist. So, they drank the acid water."

"That's it? It wasn't that scary." Scootaloo interrupted.

"Ah wasn't done yet. They died in the lake, but every night their ghosts come out, still looking for their mother. They are always looking for their mother... and some say that when they do find her, they will take her to the lake, and force her to drink the acid, and become like them. Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha-haa!" Apple Bloom ended, her voice sounding scratchy.

Sweetie Belle gulped. Scootaloo felt scared, but she didn't want to admit it. Suddenly, lighting struck again. Thunder rolled with it, as always. On the wall across from her window, the same pony shadow was there. The small short-haired, fat-hoofed and fat-headed pony. Scootaloo could've sworn she heard somepony say something.

"Mu... mu... mommy..." A new voice could be heard faintly in the background, although it sounded like it was screaming.

"What- what was that?!" Scootaloo jumped up from fright.

"What?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"I saw... I saw that shadow again... it was on my wall! And I heard somepony say 'Mommy'!"

"Scoot, you aren't gonna fool us!" Apple Bloom said, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not trying to fo-" Scootaloo was interrupted by a familiar yell for help.

Dad? Scootaloo's heart began to race as she immediately ran out of her room.