The darkness on my mind and the pressure on my soul... They're both unbearable. I find myself drawn to the strange, yet wonderful writing of a pony who used to be so well known to me. I found his diary in the library of the asylum which I now call my home. The psychiatrist says that it was a well-known diary read by a few other ponies. But he warned me, as I warn you now.

These stories are not for the weak-minded, for the few ponies who have read these stories have gone mad with hallucinations, paranoia and some even went as far as suicide. For they could not take the things that they saw and realized after reading these tales.

You have been warned.