The Living Creepypasta

Scootaloo ran as fast as her short filly legs would carry her. Barging into her dad's bedroom, Scootaloo was shocked. Her dad lay on the bed, and the TV was on. Stallions ran across the screen, throwing a hoofball between each other. The room was quiet except for the hoofball game that was on, and the only other sound was the turning of the ceiling fan above the bed. Everything was normal.

"Dad! What happened?!" Scootaloo said, amazed that everything seemed normal.

"What do you mean, Scoots? Oh wait. Is it because you found out that the Mustangian Timberwolves are winning against the Manehattan Detrots?" The stallion said, his eyes glued to the TV.

"Wha- no! I heard you scream. You... you yelled 'help'."

The stallion looked over at his daughter. Her two friends behind her nodded in agreement with Scootaloo.

"I didn't scream at all. Not even when the Timberwolves scored more than the Detrots. Now that's a reason to scream 'help'."

"But it was your voice. I know it was! Wasn't it...?"

"It could've been a neighbor." Sweetie Belle spoke up.

"But I know my dad's voice. This just doesn't seem right." Scootaloo said, turning out of her dad's room.

"Maybe it was your mind play'in tricks. Ya' know. Maybe you did hear it, but your mind made ya think it was your dad's voice and not anypony else's." Apple Bloom added.

"Maybe. But, I could have sworn."

The girls went back into Scootaloo's bedroom. They only had about 20 minutes until they needed to get to sleep.

"Can I tell a scary story?" Scootaloo asked, with inspiration from what happened only a few minutes ago.

"Let's hear it!" Sweetie replied, a wide smile stretching across her face.

"A long time ago there lived a small pony. She was extremely ugly, and she was judged because of that. One day, he had come up with her master plan. She was going to trade bodies with ponies until she, or he, I guess 'it' found the perfect body. The pony was also immortal. It was a hybrid between a changeling, who has the power to mimic bodies, with a foreign, unknown breed of immortal earth pony. She, or he, wasn't any sort of royalty, and their reputation wasn't helping them. So at night, when nopony sees them, they'd switch bodies with somepony, and then fool others to keep their new body."

Scootaloo's voice became quieter and scratchier than before. "And when the pony trades bodies with you, you are put into their body. And if the pony is in your body all night, then you are cursed to stay inside of it all day, until it has the powers to trade again. The pony can only trade at night, because that is when their powers are unleashed. But during the day, the pony is supposedly in Tartarus, where it rightfully belongs for being an impostor."

The room was silent. Then, the girls heard a knock at the front door. Scootaloo's dad went to go answer it. He wasn't expecting this visitor.