Nightmares by Daylight

Daylight Shine finds himself in a hallway with rows of closed doors on each side. He cautiously stepped through the rundown hallway, illuminating his way with the flashlight supplied to him. All the doors in the hallway were still shut tight, Daylight passing by them with his eyes focused ahead. Upon reaching the end of the hallway, Daylight sees a door in front of him, opened wide to reveal where he first entered. The door was like the rest, it was wooden, and it looked torn on the surface, and a bit withered.

"G-Going to the l-lobby will be pointless" Daylight told himself quietly. Daylight was shaking, and he picked the flashlight up in his mouth then trotted down the hallway to reveal another old door. He put his hoof to the door and slowly pushed it open, it was followed by a drawn-out creak. He shined his flashlight through the opened way. What he found behind it was a steel staircase, most of the steel rusted, leading straight down into darkness. Daylight stepped back once from the doorway and put his flashlight back in his hoof, before letting out a shaky sigh and looking up. He slowly and carefully proceeded down the ominous staircase.

With each step he started to shiver and cover himself as it suddenly became cold. He reached a corner of the staircase, another flight of stairs to his right, but, as he was going to step down, he felt a force push him down the cold, steel steps.

Daylight let out a loud yelp as he was forced down, tumbling down the metal steps, stopping in front of another wooden door. He put his hooves on his back to the PVM immedietaly, and felt no dents or missing parts. Daylight groaned in pain, lying on the cold floor. He looked up the steps, and he was met with a ghost looking similar to the ghost he first saw, with it's glowing green skin, blue eyes, and missing backhooves. It let out a bone-chilling laugh and lunged right at him, the laugh quickly turning into am ear-splitting screech. All that could escape Daylight's lips was a gasp, before his eyes widened and he fumbled to get the flashlight, pointing the tool right at the ghost.

DING!

The ghost was frozen in its tracks, it's eyes now widened, Daylight flicked a switch on the nozzle of the PVM after putting it in his hoof, and he began to suck the ghost into it as it created a strong pull. The ghost attempted to fly away, dragging Daylight closer to the stairs as it was, to escape the machine's grasp. It was clawing the air with its hooves as Daylight kept trying to pull it towards him with all his might. Soon after the ghost stopped it's relentless flailing, and was pulled straight inside the nozzle, screeching the whole way.

Daylight grinned, looking back at the PVM before letting out a long sigh. He soon looked back up and turned away from the staircase and pushed the door in front of him open, stepping into the room ahead slowly and cautiously.

The room was a decent size. It was slightly bigger than the lobby, with various other doors being visible. This room has desks against the torn decayed walls, some desks had parts of it fallen off and old papers still placed on some of them, others scattered across the floor only to make a mess. There were more chairs in the center of the room. They were oddly still placed upright, like someone has been in here. Daylight walked up to one of the desks and tried reading through a paper, his pupils dilating.

"H-How many pints of bl-blood you could get from a y-young colt?!" Daylight spoke quietly, and fearfully. Daylight dropped the paper, staring down at it. What kind of experiment would require such data? Who would want to experiment this? He picked up another paper, and immediately started to feel nauseous.

This paper seemed to have blood on it...

Not old, dried out blood...

This was FRESH blood...

The hot, sticky substance dripped on the door in front of Daylight. He quickly placed it back on the table, some of the crimson blood on his hoof. He looked at it with widened eyes. Why was this paper soaked in blood? Why was this blood fresh? Who's blood was it? This flow of questions was soon cut short when Daylight heard a chilling voice behind him.

"\Perfect... Our test subject has arrived right on time... Shall we get started then?"

Daylight immediately bolted for the nearest door. He threw it open and galloped inside, slamming the door behind him. His breathing had become quick, and he looked back at the door.

He was now trapped in this room.

In the center, there was a chair, which, like the paper, had spots of fresh blood on it. Next to it was a table, with a large bonesaw lying on it, fresh blood was on this as well. Around the room were drawers, and on the wall were examination posters, torn greatly. He trotted right past the weapon, what good would this weapon do against a ghost? He searched the room frantically, looking back at the door every now and then, before setting his eyes on the table.

Daylight tried to hide behind the table, turning his flashlight off, and covering his mouth to muffle his quick breathing. He soon heard a long sounding creak. He could hear the same voice, the voice of a stallion.

"Don't hide... I will find you little one..." Followed by a spine-chilling chuckle.

Daylight was stuck in the room, with this stranger, with a tool he could use to kill him with. The situation couldn't possibly get any worse... He felt like his time has come to die... There was no hope for him...