Paranormals

Thunder clapped over the gray dreary skies, a fine layer of mist hung in the air as a single light pierced through the veil. A single pony trotted along a narrow road, the only things to keep him company were his earphones, a camera, and a flashlight. Cold shivers rippled down his ghostly white coat, it had been a while since the stallion had travelled in such an eerie fog. He trode upon an earthen road, slightly soft from the recent rainfall. The trees swayed gently in the wind, sending more chills up the stallion’s spine.

The trees opened up to a large mansion, the stallion approached with trepidation. The mansion was decayed from the passage of time that it was left to rot in. Paint was peeling from the walls, mildew hung from the roof, and many of the windows were dirty and cracked. The stallion smiled.

"Alrighty then, finally made it! Time to get rolling…" The stallion rejoiced. He brought out his camera and carefully fitted it around his neck. The camera was wired to a special recording device so he could review his footage later. A small flashlight was mounted to the top; in his line of work, dark and desolate places were common. He fixed it into place and pulled down his microphone from the headset on his ears.

"Testing testing, hello? Can. You. Hear. Me?" the stallion jokingly said to the microphone.

A static voice came back through the headphones, "Loud and clear, you are free to begin whenever you’re ready."

"Okay!" The stallion dramatically swung his head, facing the imposing building, "3 2 1!" The stallion flicked on the camera. "How’s everypony doing and welcome my friends, I’m Daemon Shade. Let’s play the Mansion! A free to experience haunted house, with only half the death."

Daemon Shade trotted to the front entrance, carefully inspecting the door.

"Alright, let’s see what we’re getting into…" he tugged on the handle, it wouldn’t budge. "Well! Looks like the door is locked! Seems that we can’t get in so, see ya!" He made to turn around, but immediately turned back. "Nah I’m just joking of course I have the key," he joked.

Sticking the dilapidated key into the door lock, he rotated it until the key stopped moving. With a click the door unlocked; Daemon tried the door again, this time with success. The door opened to a large foyer area, a singular table sat in the middle of the room. A letter rested on top.

"So this is what I’m here for? A letter? Wonder what it says?..." Daemon wandered toward the letter. He picked it up; it appeared to be fairly new when compared to the rest of the house.

The radio came back on, "You have completed your objective, return to base."

"Wait… That’s it? No monster, no slamming doors, no jump scares? That’s literally it?" Daemon asked.

"Yes, you can come back now," the radio replied.

"Is this some sort of joke? I just walked up a freaking foggy butt hill that makes Silent Hill look like sunny skies, into a creepy house, fully geared for a full Let’s Play, just to get a letter?!" Daemon raged.

"That’s affirmative."

"Are you absolutely certain? I’m pretty sure this place could be a little bit haunted. Did Spirit set this up? Cause this seems like something he would do," Daemon recalled the time that his unicorn friend, Spirit Charity, had sent him to a Pizzeria to investigate, only to find that Spirit had called to place in an order. The walk back to base was humiliating, but also very delicious.

"I can assure you, this is not some prank. We try to keep things professional around here remember?"

"Yeah yeah I know, but you could've told me about this before I walked all this way." Daemon moaned.

"It could've been worse, a giant monster might have snuck up behind you and stabbed you to death," the voice joked.

Almost as if on cue, a sharp creak of the floor boards resonated from behind. Daemon spun around only to see a tall albino stallion wearing a black business suit. He had no face, and dark slithering tentacles pulsed from his backside. It stood ominously in front of him-- unmoving -- waiting for Daemon to make his move.

"Aha! I knew this place was haunted! And here I thought I was here just to get some stupid letter!" Daemon boasted, "Bring it on Slendy! I'll collect all the pages before you can even blink, oh wait..."

The creature extended its tentacles, poised to lunge for him.

"I think that’s my cue to leave!" Daemon started to sprint deeper into the mansion, and away from the thin monster. He took a left at the first intersection of halls, leading him straight into a labyrinth of doors. “Well great, as if being chased by Slender wasn’t enough, now I have to deal with door city!” He dashed to the first entryway and went to open it. “Locked.” He tried the next one: locked. As Daemon tried to open each door, he checked behind him frequently to keep Slender from advancing on him. Though his vision blurred each time he looked at him, it was better than him sneaking up on Daemon.

“Man why is Slendy so intent on getting me? Wasn’t once enough?” Memories of the last time Daemon encountered Slender came flooding back. The tall trees, ominous fog, and dark sky filled the atmosphere as he had attempted to gather all of Slender’s notes. Normally, Slendy would just kick out any pony who failed to collect them, but after he had managed to grab all eight…
Daemon stopped for a moment. He couldn’t recall what happened after getting all eight pages. It was a blur in his head, like a bad filter on a camera lense. Static, lot’s and lot’s of static; his ears hurt just from the thought of it. He didn’t want to get caught again; quickly shaking off the fog, Daemon returned to his escape plan.

None of the doors would open; Daemon darted his eyes for another possible way out. His gaze fell upon a set of stairs, he bolted for them. Scaling the steps three at a time, he was out of breath by the time he reached the top. Daemon scanned the hall at the top of the stairs, dead ends both ways; both with more doors to try. Before trying for the doors once more, a buzz started ringing in his ears: Slendy was right behind him. Daemon spun around, only to have his body flying across the hall into the window. The window fractured into a spider web of shards; Daemon’s head hurt from the collision, and all of the air had been knocked from his lungs. He could feel his side aching intensely.

Daemon coughed for oxygen, and tried to focus his now blurred eyes. He could make out the encroaching silhouette of Slender. He immediately thought of what he could do next.

Shakily he stood; In an act of desperation, Daemon took a few steps back. Slendy’s tentacles leaped for him. Daemon bolted to the window in an attempt to smash his way through it.

Before he could make contact, a slithering appendage wrapped around Daemon’s waist, yanking him back from the window. Others bound his hooves, and one went around his neck; choking him. The static was almost unbearable; Daemon let out a small yelp, but the lack of air made it almost inaudible. The blur and noise became greater, all sense of surroundings disappeared; Daemon couldn’t even see walls anymore, as if they had turned to nothingness. As he was about to lose consciousness, a singular voice came from the static. It spoke a single word.
Thief.