Nightmares by Daylight

The ghost was able to forcefully pin Daylight against the old table in a mere second, he tried to struggle against her but was not even able to make her budge. She reared her ghostly hoof back, still wearing that damned sadistic grin, Daylight quickly turned his flashlight sideways and used it to shield the punch. The evil specter hit the flashlight with her hoof, and quickly brought it back, letting out a painful grunt. As she was distracted, Daylight mustered all of his strength and kicked her back with his hind hooves to break free of her grip, she slid a foot from him and he ran into the room she came from.

The room was huge, bigger than he has seen before. He was on a catwalk, high above large machines that rested below on the worn down, stone flooring, with two doors at the end. They had rust on them and were completely still, *edit here*. Daylight was unsure if he could even make them operate properly again, if he even wanted to. He then remembered that he was most likely being chased by the enraged specter, and began to consider if he could survive the jump down, soon coming to the conclusion that it was just too high up, and he'd be unable to safely get down without a broken leg. Thing fast, he ran to the door on his left, shutting it tight and locking it.

He reached what appeared to be another office, much smaller than others. Papers were littered on the ground, a desk was placed against the wall of the cramped room, and a couple rusty iron cabinets also lined the cold, stone wall. As Daylight swiftly scanned through each aged cabinet, he saw they were all completely empty. However, two compartments where locked, rather tight as well. Daylight attempted to use every method he could, from using his magic and even kicking it with his weak hind hooves. Unfortunately, his attempts were in vain, the compartments wouldn't open. The young unicorn soon trotted to the desk slowly, to check for anything that is of importance. One compartment was found on the desk, and to Daylight's luck and surprise, upon opening it, he found a rusty, old looking key.

"M-Maybe this key c-can open the cabinets...." He whispered to himself softly, he approached the aged compartments, and slid the key into the lock, and turned the key slowly and to his luck, he was able to slide it open with his hoof, revealing a journal. Something was ominous about the journal, however. First of all... Why would it need to be locked in a cabinet? But... Most importantly...

Why was it covered in blood?

These where the thoughts that rushed through Daylight's head, the hot, sticky, crimson substance now staining his hoof. He decided to open the journal slowly, to see the content that would have inside of it. Of course, there was some content within. He began to read through the bloodstained journal in his head.

"ENTRY #1"

"It is time to begin my studies. Surely there must be an answer to this issue. Unicorns are the dominant race in Equestria, and they must have more power. They must serve a much bigger purpose in this land, one much greater than the other two. They don't have what it takes. Unicorns will prove to be the most powerful beings of this land."

Daylight was confused. What did this person have against Pegasi and Earth Ponies? Why did he care if Unicorns were the dominant race of Equestria? Shouldn't all types of ponies serve just as much as the other? Shouldn't everypony be important to this land? Daylight began to read on through the journal.

"ENTRY #2"

"Surely there must be a way to grant Unicorns more power. A way to make even a young Unicorn have as much magical capabilities as a full grown one, and a full-grown one having so much more to offer. I'll have my researchers assist me in this project. We must find a way to give Unicorns more power. That is our first step to being the dominant species."

That was all the dusty journal had to offer. Daylight closed it, and placed it on the floor carefully. He was curious now, curious of how this worked out, and if the author of the journal was successful in his project. However, before he was able to think more, the doorknob to the room started to jiggle. Daylight fought back the urge to scream in response to the sudden interruption. How could he forget that a ghost was chasing him? He quickly ducked to hide under the desk, however, the jiggling soon stopped. He could hear talking outside. The voice behind it sounded like it belonged to a mare, the one he encountered in the previous room.

"The kid probably jumped down and escaped. He's safe for now..."

With that, silence flooded his surroundings. As Daylight made his way out from under the decaying desk, he noticed yet another rusty key. Daylight picked the key up and got out from under the desk. He trotted over to the second locked compartment. The key however was for something else, as it could not fit within the lock in front of him. As the colt thought of anything the key could be for, he suddenly remembered. The door that leads back up the first floor, that may be what the key is for. Figuring it was worth a shot, Daylight decided to open the door, and leave the safety of the locked office, back into the haunted facility...

But something was odd about that compartment....

...Why did it smell so bad?