Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle,

Below is the third transcription... The more I go through, the more real this seems.

There were some sounds that were more difficult to describe. I have given my best guess in brackets.

-upid, complicated, annoying piece of- Oh. It’s blinking.

Hi, so, um.. Yeah, I’ve never done something like this before.. If anypony else happens to find this, my name is Violet Blossom. I ran away from the orphanage about five days ago. I couldn’t live there anymore after.. Well.. After something. And I don’t exactly have anything besides some apples I grabbed from the kitchen and a couple of bits, plus a flashlight so I can travel at night.

[Thunder booms.]

Eep!!! Oh, I’m, um, totally not afraid right now, eheh.. Anyways, long story short I got caught up in this massive, and I mean massive, storm. I had nowhere to go, usually I slept in a tree between walking. So, there I was, fearing for my life, when bam! Like a sign from Celestia I see this super old house. I remembered hearing rumors about some house out here being haunted, but I don’t believe in ghosts anyways. My mom tells me--well, told me--that whenever someone died, they went on to the “other life.”

[Rain beating on the roof.]

Sheesh, good thing I found it when I did.. So that’s where you come in Mr. Tape Recorder. After feeling better I found you near the entrance, a little beat up and with a couple of odd stains but otherwise pretty good! I thought about trading you for food, but I think I’ll keep you like a diary or something, maybe even a pet. Okay, maybe not a pet, just a diary.

[Scruffling sounds.]

Wh-what was that? … Maybe it was just the door with all this crazy wind and all, totally not somepony..

Huh.. It. bang. Won’t. bang. Open!

Meh, I’ll try once the storm is gone. For now I’m freezing, there has to be a blanket around here somewhere…

Dang this is a huge house. Super old too. Well, no super old blankets in the super old living room, just some super old chairs and stuff. Okay, that sounds pretty lame, I'm not great at explaining things, but.. It just feels like everything is rotting, or dying really slowly. I'm afraid to sit in any of the chairs because the wood looks like it might break if I do, and the wallpaper is peeling everywhere.

I don't like it.. I'm going to see if the room next door leads to anywhere..

It looks like it was a kitchen. I say was because there's nothing in here, just some rusty forks and spoons so whoever lived here before must’ve been a unicorn too.

A pantry should have some cans of food.

Creeeek.

There's nothing, just.. a knife. A rusty looking knife. It’s probably dull but I'm going to take it anyways, I don't feel very safe here…

drip, drop

Something’s falling from the top of the pantry. Let me shine my flash- Woah! I-it’s dripping something red. Is that blood?? It's dripping all over me and the… The-the knife.. It's not rusted anymore, it looks new, it's soaked in blood…

CRASH!

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S-sorry I'm being so quiet, I'm just really freaked out about what just happened.. One second I was covered in blood, levitating a bloody knife, then somehow I fell on the floor and when I opened my eyes all the blood was gone, and the rusted knife was on the floor.

I think I'm going crazy, they might be right..

….

Everything is normal now, I must be really tired, but I can't sleep now without a blanket or else I might freeze to death!

Maybe this hallway will have something. I’m definitely not going back in that kitchen, or touching that knife ever again…

There’s some locked doors… More locked doors..

[Scuttle, scuttle.]

Wah! W-what was that?

… Must have been nothing, I guess… I'm way too jumpy right now.

Okay, calm down, Violet. Maybe talking to the recorder will help. Yeah, okay, I can do that.

I'm going to sit down for a bit, at least I can see if anyone is walking down the hallway, I'm safe..

I guess if we’re going to be friends and all now, you deserve to know a bit about me.. I'm not really normal, a-and if you don't like me it's okay, you’re just the only thing I have right now..

It started about three months ago… I was traveling with my parents across Equestria to our new home in Ponyville. I was super excited! I never liked the big city or the fillies in it, so I couldn't wait to make new friends!

On the way there we were getting tired and decided to take a shortcut through the forest. We were so close, we thought we'd be safe… Wh-when the pack of timberwolves found us.. I-I couldn't do anything. My mom threw herself in front of me, they started tearing her apart. Dad tried to stop them, h-his blood was everywhere, it just didn't stop flowing… I ran. I kept hearing the growls and the barks but I kept running, I was so scared…

When I got to the town I started screaming for help. Even when they found me I couldn't stop crying and asking for help. No pony would help. No pony could bring my parents back…

They sent me to the orphanage. I didn't like any of the other fillies or the grown ups, so I stopped talking. Every day I would sit in the corner and just think about how my parents screamed while they were dying… They thought I was crazy, and weird. One day a group of fillies tried to scare me by jumping on top of me with twigs and branches glued to them. I-I don't remember much after that, just a couple unconscious ponies on the ground and the looks the other ponies gave me, like.. like I was the timberwolf.

I knew I couldn't live there after that. Not after everything. I was just a joke. A threat. I-I had to run away! Anywhere would be better then there. I'd change my name, change my backstory, like a true spy!

And, well.. That's why I'm here…

Now I wish I wasn't, I'm scared.. But I have to be brave, for my mom and dad. I'm gonna keep exploring down the hallway now…

Hm, well, there’s some portraits of ponies. Only... no faces, just scratch marks where they should be…

Tap tap.

Sorry, my flashlight is starting to flicker on me. I really hope the battery isn’t dying, I’m really scared of the dark as it is…

Okay, I’ve passed like eleven doors now. If these last three doors are locked so help me I’ll knock a door down with all the magic I got!

Oh. This one opened. Totally got this now.

There’s a small magnifying glass with a purple lil' unicorn horn handle on top of a nightstand, definitely not creepy at all. Sweet Celestia I hope that isn’t real…

Besides that there’s a comfy looking bed, awesome! Nothing else, just a closet.

Screeeech

Empty, like I guessed it prob- Woah! Somepony pushed-

SLAM!

Aah! P-please, whoever it is, open the closet! I-I don’t have any bits or anything, but I’ll even give you this tape recorder if you want!

Now you really are alone little filly…

N-no I’m not I just ran away from home! My p-parents will come looking for me I swear! W-why is it getting so hot in here??

BANG!

Let me go! AAH! Stop, stop, stop!

.. Get ready for the “other life.”

Why are you doing this to me?

... Night night, little one... you're mine.

ST-

CRASH

I am going to contact nearby orphanages to see if any have lost a filly named "Violet Blossom" a few days ago. Even if it is not a solid conclusion that this isn't a prank, it will be evidence further towards it.
I will continue to relay the transcriptions as soon as I can.

Yours,

H. A. Quill

Author's Note

Special thanks to Snowflake77, the amazing writer for this chapter.
Another chapter should be up soon, with a mystery writer coming in...