The Fortune Cookie and Other Tales

by -TheStoryteller-

Rating: teen
Tags: Diamond Tiara, Anthology, Main 6, Original Character, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Thriller
Length: 10551

A short collection of mysteries and thrillers

A seemingly innocuous dinner. Friendship gone horribly wrong. Things that go bump in the night. These are but a few of the themes in this short collection of thrillers and mysteries.

Welcome to my nightmares...

Published 2017-02-14 18:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-09-21 09:12:05 UTC

Pursuit

Deep in the Everfree Forest, Twilight peeked out from the cover of the bushes in which she was hiding. She winced as she tried to adjust herself to be better hidden. All around her, ponies were searching: some carrying torches, some lit by unicorn light, but all united in their anger and determination. She stared out between the leaves. Even a few of her friends were among the posse.

“Spread out!” yelled Rainbow Dash. “She can’t have gotten far!”

The closest group of searchers were only a few yards away, moving through the thick foliage in her direction, so Twilight held her breath and moved cautiously to another spot. She’d never been this deep into the Forest before and her senses were being overwhelmed by the scents of the various plants around which she crouched. Add to that the fear of pursuit and the pain of her own injuries, and it was all she could do to not simply burst into tears. She dearly hoped there were no predators in the area as well.

Only one thought was prevalent in her mind. If she could just make it to Canterlot and talk to the Princesses, she could find out just what was going on…find out why the whole town was now against her.

*******

A day earlier

Twilight hummed to herself as the train clipped along. The ride was mostly steady, although there was a lurch every now and again as they rounded a curve or went down a slope. The landscape zipped by, showing a riot of greens, browns and the occasional lake lit by Celestia’s Sun as it slipped into the early afternoon phase. Inside the car, there were a few other passengers, some chatting with their companions, some reading, and even a few fast asleep. Twilight smiled at the one across from her that was lightly snoring, then she turned her thoughts inward.

It had been a wonderful science conference in Manehatten, and her head was filled with new theories to research. For now, she was just looking forward to getting home. She missed Spike and her other friends, even though she’d only been gone a week. She undid her saddlebags and went through the gifts she’d purchased for them all. There was a bag of small gems Spike would like as a snack, an ‘I Heart Manehatten’ t-shirt for Pinkie as well as a few things for Fluttershy, Rarity, AJ and Dash. She smiled as she pictured their faces when she gave them their gifts. Her suitcase was also overflowing with notes she’d taken and books she’d gotten as well. It looked to be quite an interesting opportunity for study.

Now the conductor was coming forward. “Ponyville! Next stop, Ponyville!”

Twilight gathered her things in her magic and made her way to the doors. As they came to a stop, she looked out the windows, expecting to see some of her friends waiting. The train stopped with one last chug and a hiss, and the doors opened. Twilight stepped out and looked around. That was odd. There was nopony there to greet her, not even Spike. She frowned, then shrugged, gathered her belongings and started home.

Her walk back took her through the heart of the town and there she was greeted by many ponies. On the way, she decided to stop at Sugarcube Corner to pick up some sweets and talk to Pinkie. Not to accuse her of course, but just to talk. She knew Pinkie was probably busy, but it was so unusual for her not to greet her whenever she came back from a trip, Twilight couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. She set her suitcase down outside and went in.

It always smelled wonderful whenever a pony came into the shop and today was no exception. Cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla, chocolate…these were just a few of the various aromas that greeted her as she made her way to the counter. There were a few ponies in front of her, but the line was quickly served by Mrs. Cake and Twilight soon found herself at the head of the line. But then something odd happened.

Mrs. Cake looked up and saw Twilight and her eyes grew wide. She didn’t smile as she said, “May I help you?”

Twilight was somewhat taken aback by her reaction, but then she said, “Umm…yes, I’d like four blueberry muffins, please. Oh, and is Pinkie around?”

Mrs. Cake got her muffins without speaking. She put them in a bag and said, “She’s in the back. Four bits, please.”

Twilight frowned, then got the money out of her saddlebag and laid it on the counter. Mrs. Cake took the bits and put it in the register. She then looked at Twilight and frowned herself.

“Is there something else you need?”

Twilight almost gasped, but then she composed herself and said, “Well, yes. I’d like to talk to Pinkie.”

She stared at Twilight for a moment, then turned and cried, “Pinkie! Twilight’s here to see you!”

“Okay!” Twilight heard her call. Soon her friend came to the counter. “Yes?” Pinkie asked. Her mouth was set in a line, instead of the bright, welcoming smile she usually wore.

Now Twilight was really confused. “Pinkie…I’m back.”

“I can see that. What do you want?”

Twilight took a step back in shock. “I…I just wanted to say ‘hi.’ You usually greet me whenever I come home and I missed you.”

“I was busy, okay?” Both she and Mrs. Cake stared at her.

Twilight gathered her purchases in her magic and backed away. “I also have a gift for you, but I guess it can wait." She gave her friend an expectant look, hoping to see her brighten at the gesture, but she was disappointed. Pinkie's expression did not change. Finally, Twilight said, "I’m…sorry. I just thought…never mind.” Quickly, she turned and left. Once she got outside, she looked back into the shop. Pinkie was speaking to the other ponies and pointing at Twilight. A few had turned to look out at her as she stood there. Their expressions changed from neutral to almost hostile as they listened to Pinkie. Twilight picked up her belongings and left, practically running all the way home.

The afternoon sun streaming down upon her belied the emotions she was feeling. Pinkie had never behaved in such a way and it was extremely unsettling.

The castle loomed before her, its bright stone reflecting the sunlight and its colorful pennants embossed with her sigil fluttering in the wind. It was a very welcoming sight and she sighed in relief as she entered the edifice.

“Spike! I’m home!”

Spike stuck his head out into the hallway, a cook’s hat perched on his head as he stirred the contents of a bowl.

“Hi, Twilight!” he called. “Welcome back!”

Twilight breathed another sigh of relief at Spike’s greeting. She’d been half-afraid Pinkie’s attitude might have spread to her number one assistant. Then she laughed at herself as she set down her suitcase.

“What’s funny, Twilight?”

She smiled. “Nothing, Spike. I’m just glad to see you.” She walked into the kitchen. “What are you making?”

“Oh, I’m just marinating some veggies for a stew,” he answered.

“That sounds wonderful, Spike. I’m so glad you’re here!” She walked up to him and gave him a hug.

Spike hugged her back but frowned. “Are…you okay, Twilight?”

She smiled again. “I am now. Oh! And I got something for you, but you can only have them after dinner.” She levitated the bag of gems out of her saddlebags.

Spike began to drool. “What is it?!”

“Ah, ah, ah! After dinner!” She backed away from him.

Spike harrumphed. “Fine. I can wait.” He turned back to the oven.

Twilight stuck out her bottom lip. “Don’t be like that, Spike.” She gave him the bag. “I was just teasing. Take as many as you like.”

Spike face lit up like a lightbulb. “Thanks, Twilight!” He opened the bag and looked inside. “Oh, wow… these look delicious!”

Twilight turned back the entryway and grabbed her suitcase in her field. “Just call me when dinner’s ready.”

She climbed the stairs to her room, took off her saddlebags and stepped into the bathroom. Soon, it was filled with steam as she turned on the shower and went in. She was just lathering up her mane when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

“Just a second!” she called as she quickly rinsed the shampoo out. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her head and opened her door. Spike stood there with Rainbow Dash, who covered a smile when she saw Twilight.

“You’re dripping water on the floor,” teased Dash as she pointed out the puddles. Twilight sighed.

“It’s to be expected when somepony is rushed out of her shower!” Using her magic to rub the towel over herself, she added, “What can I do for you, Rainbow?”

Rainbow frowned, then said, “Don’t you remember?” Twilight gave her a blank look. “Augh! The newest ‘Daring Do’ book! You said you’d try to find one in Manehatten.”

Twilight slapped her forehead. The newest book had been so popular it had sold out in Ponyville, before either she or Dash could get their hooves on a copy. Manehatten’s larger bookstores should have had one. But there was a problem.

“I’m so sorry, Rainbow…I forgot.”

Dash hung her head. “Pony feathers! How could you forget?”

“There was so much going on with the conference, I guess it slipped my mind. Again, I’m sorry.”

Rainbow waved a hoof. “That’s okay. Maybe next time.” She turned to go, but Twilight stopped her.

“Rainbow…have you…seen Pinkie?”

“No, I just got back from a week at Cloudsdale. You were my first stop. Why, is she okay?”

“She was acting a bit peculiar today.”

“Peculiar how?”

Twilight frowned. “She just didn’t seem like herself. Come to think of it, neither did Mrs. Cake.”

Dash smiled. “Ah, you know Pinkie. It’s probably nothing. I’ll go talk to her, if you want.”

Twilight smiled. “That sounds like a good idea. Thanks Rainbow; she has me worried.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll go see her right now.” With that she turned and left.

Twilight looked at Spike. “You haven’t talked to Pinkie, have you?”

“Me? Naw, I’ve been enjoying the break while you were gone. Not that I don’t like having you around!” he quickly added.

Twilight grinned at him. “Okay, Spike: point taken.” She sniffed the air. “Dinner smells good.”

Spike looked shocked. “My stew!” He turned and ran to the kitchen.

Twilight laughed lightly to herself and went back into her bathroom to finish cleaning up and drying off. It was good that not everypony was acting weird. Rainbow would soon get to the bottom of things.

*********

It was still early enough after dinner that she decided to go find Rainbow and see how things had gone. She took flight and soon landed at her cloudhouse. Ringing the doorbell, she stood back and waited. After a few moments, the door opened, but Rainbow just stood there staring at her.

“Rainbow Dash! Did you talk to Pinkie?” Rainbow kept staring closely at her. After an awkward silence, Twilight added, “Is…something wrong?”

Rainbow scowled. “I can’t talk to you right now.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Why not?”

“I just can’t, alright?! Get off my property!”

Twilight took an involuntary step back. “Rainbow…”

Rainbow stepped forward. “I mean it! Go!” Twilight burst into tears and fled. Dash watched her leave and muttered to herself, “Pinkie better be right.”

********

Twilight flew all the way back to her home, ran to her bedroom and shut the door. She then threw herself onto her bed and continued sobbing. What was going on?! First Pinkie, now Rainbow! Were all of her friends going to act like that?

There was a knock on her door. “Twilight?” said Spike. “Are you okay?” When she didn’t answer, he gingerly opened her door and stepped inside. She was sitting up and hugging a pillow, crying uncontrollably. The sight broke his heart. He walked over to her and hiked himself up, then sat down. Twilight opened her eyes and saw him, then let go of the pillow and threw herself over him, holding him close.

“Oh, Spike! It was terrible!”

Spike patted her back and said, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

She sniffed and said, “Pinkie was acting weird when I saw her, so I asked Rainbow to go talk to her. When I went to see how it had gone, Rainbow told me to get away from her! She was so mean, and I don’t know what I did to deserve that!”

Spike didn’t know what to say, so he just held her and let her cry. After a few minutes, Twilight’s sobs turned to hitches and she wiped her face. She looked down at her surrogate brother. “Thank you, Spike. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Spike hugged her fiercely and sat back. “That’s why I’m here.” His face clouded over when he thought about the way she’d been treated, so he asked, “Do you want me to go talk to them?”

Twilight’s eyes widened and she said, “No, Spike! Just…just stay away from them. Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be over soon.” She then got up to grab some tissues and blew her nose. “I’ll be alright.”

“Are you sure?”

She turned and smiled at him. “I’m sure.” She looked at the clock. “It’s late; why don’t you go on to bed? I’m sorry I kept you up.”

“It’s no trouble, Twilight.” He hopped down and walked to her door. “Goodnight,” he said as he left and closed her door. After waiting a few minutes to make sure she wasn’t coming out of the bedroom, he quietly left the castle. He’d soon find out why everypony was acting so strange and get them to apologize.

The next thing Twilight knew, she was awakened by the sounds of a mob outside the doors.

“Spike! Spike! What’s going on?!” Getting no answer, she cautiously went to his room and peeked inside. He was gone. Whatever was the matter, she’d have to face it alone.

She went to the castle doors and slowly opened them. There, it appeared to be the entire town had turned out, and they all looked angry.

“Please, everypony! What’s going on?!”

“You know ‘what’s going on’!” cried a pony. “Stop pretending!”

Twilight trembled as she stared at them. “I really don’t know! Please tell me what I did wrong!”

“Enough talk!” cried another pony. “Get her!” A brick came sailing through the air and struck Twilight’s side. She cried out and tried to raise a shield to protect herself, but her magic fizzled out before she could do so. The shock of her failed spell made her hesitate a moment too long, as she was soon overwhelmed by ponies. Desperate, she kicked out and managed to get them off her, then immediately tried to take flight. She’d only made it a few yards before she was brought down by another object striking one of her wings. She screamed and fell, but managed to roll to her feet and take off running, her fear lending her speed.

As she ran full out, she managed to flap her wings just enough to gain a bit of altitude and with it more speed. But the injury to her wing was too much and she soon found herself running again. Even so, she’d managed to leave the crowd behind as she plunged into the Everfree. Veering off the relatively safe path, she made it into some thick foliage, then waited. Soon, there came the sound of her pursuers, so she crept deeper into the woods. Desperately, she tried to think. The ponies weren’t just trying to catch her, she realized, they were after her blood. She felt cold inside as this thought took her, but she forced her breathing to slow as she considered her options.

Without Spike, there was no way to send a message to Princess Celestia, so she’d have to somehow get there on her own. She couldn’t fly there, not now, and her magic had already failed her once, so teleporting was out of the question. The train was her only option.

Carefully, quietly, she crept out of her hiding place and began making her way back into town. Hopefully, there was one last train leaving tonight, so she had to be on it. She only hoped her friends weren’t waiting by it.

After several near-misses, in which she’d almost been spotted, the train station came into view. She began weeping with relief as she did indeed see the train waiting there. From her hiding place, she could hear the conductor cry out the last call before leaving.

All of a sudden, she heard ponies behind her, as the train let out a huge plume of steam and began to slowly chug away from the station. No time! She quickly left her hiding place and began to dash madly for the departing vehicle. A shout of “there she is!” sounded near, too near, as she put everything she had into a sprint. The train was already putting on speed as it cleared the station, so she pushed herself even harder as the sounds of pursuit became louder.

With one last leap, she clutched madly at the train’s caboose, pulled herself up and looked back. Her heart fell as she saw all of her friends, even Spike, among the crowd. And that’s when Rainbow Dash took off and flew after her.

“You’re not getting away!” she cried as she chased her. But fear had lent Twilight strength, and with one last desperate move she lit her horn and blasted Rainbow out of the air. The pegasus cried out as she was stuck, fell, and tumbled along the tracks. Twilight watched her in horror, hoping she hadn’t killed her. As the train started around the first bend, she was just able to make out Dash shaking her head and getting slowly to her hooves. The train moved on.

Twilight sighed and stayed where she was, not daring to enter the car and possibly run into more ponies trying to hurt her. After a few minutes, she cried herself to sleep.

**********

The train’s final lurch as it pulled into Canterlot Station shook her awake. The Moon was out, and all was relatively quiet for the big city. Cautiously, she climbed down off the back to the caboose and onto the platform. She held her breath as a few of the ponies departing the train looked in her direction, but other than the occasional nod none seemed to pay her much attention. That was good, for it meant that the madness in Ponyville hadn’t yet spread to Canterlot. Or so she hoped.

The rest she’d had had done her well, for she was now able to trot again. As quickly as she could, she made her way to the castle. She walked up to the guards stationed at the gate and announced herself.

“Princess Twilight Sparkle to see Princess Celestia. Please.”

The two batpony guards exchanged a look. “Did you say, ‘Princess Twilight Sparkle?’” one of them asked.

She looked at them both, then hesitantly replied, “Yes. Is…is something wrong?”

Suddenly, they both leveled their lances at her and one said, “You’re under arrest! Don’t move!”

She backed away. “What?!? What’s going on? You can’t—” but they quickly grabbed her and slapped an inhibitor ring over her horn.

“Come with us,” one growled, and Twilight was forced to follow them as one led and the other took up the rear. Soon, they made their way to a huge set of double doors with the Lunar Princess’ sigil emblazoned upon them. One knocked and said, “Your Highness. We have her.”

“Enter.”

They opened the doors and ushered Twilight inside. Princess Luna walked slowly forward and Twilight stared up at her. “Princess Luna! What’s going on? Why have I been treated like this?”

“Fascinating,” murmured Luna as she walked around her. Addressing the guards, she said, “Awake my sister at once.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” They both bowed and exited the room, leaving Twilight and Luna alone.

Luna regarded her. “You are quite remarkable. What is your name?”

Twilight stared at her. After a few moments, she said, “You know my name! Please, please tell me what’s going on!”

“You really don’t know?”

Twilight shook her head. “Has everypony gone crazy? I have no idea what you mean!”

Luna repeated herself. “Fascinating. I’ll leave it to my sister to explain.” She looked up. “Here she comes now.”

The doors opened, and in walked the Sun Princess, followed by another, purple pony. Twilight stared at her, then screamed! Before her stood an exact replica of herself.

“A changeling! Princess Celestia, what are you doing with her?!?” cried Twilight.

But Celestia sadly shook her head. “No, my dear…you are the changeling.”

Twilight stared at her, then at the other pony, then fainted.

**********

“Awake,” said Celestia as she gently shook her.

Twilight pulled herself to her hooves and looked around. She was alone with Celestia, Luna…and the other Twilight. “Please tell me what’s happened.”

Celestia smiled down at her. “As far as we can tell, you are a new kind of changeling, one designed to infiltrate and mimic perfectly every aspect of the pony you’re copying. Even down to the memories.” She looked closely at her. “What do you remember?”

The changeling looked up at the ponies as they stared sadly down at her. “I remember being at the conference at Manehatten. I remember being a foal, and playing with my brother Shining Armor. I remember everything!”

Twilight said, “Those are my memories. This is horrible!” she added as she turned to Celestia. “What are we going to do with her?”

Celestia closed her eyes as she slowly lit her horn. “The only thing we can do.” Her magic enveloped the changeling as she tried to return her to her changeling form. But it failed. She remained in Twilight’s image. Celestia shook her head. “It is as I feared: the magic can only be changed by the Changeling Queen.”

The changeling looked up at her as tears began to fall. “Please help me. I can’t stay like this, now that I know what I am.”

Luna answered, “We’ll do whatever we can for you.”

“Thank you. I…I…what’s….happening?” The changeling’s head fell to the floor as she began breathing heavily.

Celestia covered her in her magic once more. Her face was grave as she said, “She’s dying. It must have been a failsafe incorporated into her disguise.” She picked her up and rushed her out of the room.

**********

As Celestia, Luna and Twilight clustered around her bed, the changeling opened her eyes. There was a doctor there, and he looked grim as he watched her.

“Is there anything you can do?” Twilight asked him.

He shook his head. “This is magic beyond our science. I’m sorry.”

“Twi…Twilight?” said the changeling.

Twilight rushed to her side and held her hoof. “Yes, I’m here.”

The changeling smiled and said, “Tell my friends…I love them.” Then she closed her eyes one final time.

Teddy

“…and they all lived happily ever after! The End,” said Applejack as she closed the book. She then tucked the covers up to Apple Bloom’s chin, gave her a peck on the cheek and added, “Good night, sugarcube.”

“Good night, Applejack.” Apple Bloom yawned and rolled over on her side as Applejack turned off the light and closed her door. The little filly was fast asleep within minutes. Several hours passed uneventfully.

The moon shone dimly through the curtained windows, casting deep shadows throughout the room. The old house had stood for many generations of Apples, so it was not uncommon for a little squeak or a twitch to be heard when the wind was just right and the temperature changed.

But tonight there was a different sound…something faint at first, but grew slightly louder, like something furtive was moving about. Click…click…scrape…

Then there was a *bump* against her bed, just hard enough to cause Apple Bloom to open her eyes and stare into the darkness. What was that? Something had awakened her, but she wasn’t sure just what.

She sat up and looked around. Everything seemed normal, but she was still uneasy. There was the shape of her toy box beneath the window. A clock ticked on the wall and she could just make out the dial. It was late, a few minutes past three. The wind blew gently through the open shutters, ruffling the curtains. Could that have been it? She strained her ears listening, but nothing seemed out of place. Then she stared at her closet. Was…was the door open a crack? She couldn’t be sure, but it might be.

She thought about closing it, but that would mean getting out of bed. As she began to reach for the lamp on her nightstand, she heard a noise again, and she froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she held her breath as she slowly turned in that direction. Were the shadows deeper there? She was staring at the spot when suddenly she heard a faint hiss, then something black, darker than the shadows suddenly detached itself from the wall and scurried into her closet. The door closed with a small click. Apple Bloom’s eyes grew wide as she hitched her breath a few times, then screamed as loud as she could.

Soon, her sister and brother came running. “Apple Bloom! What is it?!” shouted Applejack. She hurriedly switched on the overhead light as she and Big Mac crowded into the room. But Apple Bloom could only stare and point at the closet. Big Mac went up to the closet door, bared his teeth and threw it open, prepared to pummel whoever it was hiding in his little sister’s room. But there was nothing there. Nothing but clothes and mane ribbons. He and Applejack turned to look at Apple Bloom.

“What was it, Apple Bloom? What did you see?” asked AJ.

The filly trembled while keeping her covers pulled up to her chin. “I…I ain’t sure what I saw. It was so dark, but I seen something run into the closet!”

Applejack and Big Mac exchanged a look. He smiled and said, “You really scared us, lil sis. You musta been dreamin’.” But Apple Bloom frantically shook her head.

“I saw it! It was standin’ over there by the wall, an’ then it ran in there!” She again pointed at her closet.

“You just had a bad dream, silly filly,” said Applejack. “Now, you just lay down and go back to sleep,” she said while adjusting her pillows and helping her get settled. “Everything will be alright in the morning.”

Apple Bloom’s eyes were still wide as she said, “Can…can I sleep in your room?”

Applejack sighed, then said, “Alright, just this once. But yer a big filly, an’ you gotta sleep in yer own bed from now on.” Apple Bloom jumped up and followed Applejack to her room, then they both got into bed. Applejack was soon lightly snoring, but Apple Bloom took a bit longer to fall asleep, as she kept staring off into the dark. Eventually, she drifted off, still clinging to her sister.

The next morning, Apple Bloom popped her eyes open and sat straight up in bed. She was alone. Applejack must have gotten up early and let her sleep. Apple Bloom got out of bed and made her way to her own room. Cautiously, she cracked the door open and peeked inside.

Everything seemed normal, so she went all the way in and stood near the closet. She reached out a hoof to the knob but then drew it back as if she’d been burnt. She thought there was something…moving… in there…she could just hear it. Quickly, she turned and ran downstairs.

When she entered the kitchen, there was no one else there but Granny. She was sitting next to a plate of pancakes and a glass of milk. She looked up at Apple Bloom and said, “Come in, child. You must be hungry.”

Apple Bloom sat herself down, but could hardly bring herself to eat. Granny’s brow furrowed as she watched her granddaughter push the food around her plate, taking only small bites. Finally, she said, “I hear you been havin’ bad dreams.”

Apple Bloom stared at her plate and said, “They weren’t no dreams, Granny. I saw it.”

“What did you see, child?”

Something in Granny’s voice made Apple Bloom pay close attention to her. But she sighed and said, “You…you won’t believe me, any more than Big Mac or AJ did.”

“Try me.”

She took a deep breath, remembering. Then she said, “It was pitch black, darker than night. It…it hissed at me, then ran into my closet.” She stared at Granny. “I think it’s still in there.”

Granny was silent for a few moments. Then she said, “I believe you.”

Apple Bloom’s face lit up. “You do?! Then we gotta tell Twilight or somepony that can take care of that thing!”

Granny shook her head. “No young un, I don’t think Twilight can help with this.” She got slowly to her hooves. “Come with me.”

Puzzled, Apple Bloom got up and followed her. Granny lead them upstairs to the attic. Turning to her she said, “Wait right there. I know it’s up here somewhere.” She began rummaging through the boxes for quite some time, while the filly nervously watched her.

Finally, Apple Bloom said, “Granny? What are you lookin’ for?”

“Found it!” exclaimed Granny. She turned around, and there she held a teddy bear in her hooves.

Apple Bloom looked a little worried as she stared at Granny and the toy. It was a fuzzy brown, clean but faded. It was a bit threadbare in places and looked very old. But what drew the filly's attention were its eyes. They were brown, and one drooped lower than the other, but as she stared into them they almost seemed to have a life of their own. If she had to name an emotion the eyes had, it was...sad? “Umm…Granny? What good is that?”

Granny smiled. “You’ll see.” She looked fondly at the toy. “Just put him in your room tonight.”

Apple Bloom’s heart fell. She’d actually believed Granny was going to help her, not do something like this. Still, she decided to humor her. “O…Okay, Granny. I will.”

Granny’s smile grew broader. “That’s a good girl!”

Apple Bloom forced a smile, but inside she felt miserable. She took the toy and went to her room, then stopped and listened. She could hear nothing this time, but she was taking no chances. Quickly, she set the teddy on her bed and left.

Later that day found her at the CMC clubhouse, waiting for Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle to show up. Soon, she heard them coming and went to the window.

“What took you guys so long?” she said.

Immediately the two fillies could tell something was wrong. “You okay, Apple Bloom? You don’t look so good,” said Scootaloo. She exchanged a look with Sweetie Belle.

“I’m fine! Just come on up,” said Apple Bloom. She got down from the window and paced until the two made their way inside.

“Okay, Apple Bloom: what’s bothering you?” asked Sweetie Belle.

Apple Bloom hesitated, then said, “I…saw somethin' scary in my room last night.”

The other two fillies’ eyes grew large and Scootaloo said, “‘Something?’ What was it?”

Tears welled up with the memory and she answered, “It was black…and it…it hissed at me, then ran in my closet!”

Sweetie Belle covered her own mouth with a hoof. “That’s horrible! What did your sister do?”

Apple Bloom frowned. “She didn’t believe me. Neither did my brother.”

“What about Granny?” asked Scootaloo.

Apple Bloom hesitated again. While she loved her grandmother, there were times like these she was still a bit embarrassed by her. Mentioning that old toy wouldn’t do any good. “She…said she believed me.”

“Did she say she was going to help you?”

“Not…really.”

“So what are you going to do, Apple Bloom? I think we should tell Twilight.”

Apple Bloom shook her head. “Granny says Twilight can’t help with this.”

“How does she know?” said Sweetie Belle. “You just said she didn’t really help you.”

Apple Bloom quietly stared at the floor. After a few moments, she said, “You’re right. Maybe Twilight can help. Let’s go see her.”

With that, they all ran outside and took Scootaloo’s scooter to the Friendship Castle. The crystal building glistened in the afternoon sunlight as they approached it. Though there weren't many trees in Ponyville proper, still some autumn leaves crunched under the scooter's wheels as they zipped along.

Soon, they were at the huge front door and started knocking on it. After a few minutes, they heard, “Alright, don’t break it down! I’m coming!” The door opened and there stood Spike, looking rather wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. The unicorn and the pegasus giggled. Apple Bloom kept a straight face.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” said Spike. “This better be important.”

The fillies sobered up and remembered why they were there. “Is Twilight around?” asked Apple Bloom. “I got somethin' I need to talk to her about.”

“Yeah, sure. Come on in.” He stood back and let them enter. They couldn’t help but notice a trail of puddles leading away from the door, and Scootlaloo and Sweetie had to stifle their giggles once again.

“Follow me,” he said. Soon, they all found themselves in the Library, where Twilight was engrossed in a huge tome.

“Twilight,” said Spike.

“Mm Hmm?” said Twilight. She didn’t look up.

“Twilight!” yelled Spike.

“What?!” cried Twilight as she finally tore herself away from the book. “Oh! Sorry girls, I didn’t see you there.” Then she noticed the dragon.

“Spike, were you taking a bubble bath again?”

Spike blushed. “Maybe…”

Twilight shook her head and let the matter drop. “What can I do for you girls?”

“There’s a monster in Apple Bloom’s room!” blurted out Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom’s face turned as red as her mane as she glared at her friend.

“I wanted to tell her!”

Sweetie Belle now turned red as well. “Oops. Sorry.”

Twilight regarded the fillies, while Spike made himself busy drying off, then going to get a mop for the puddles.

“Really, girls? A monster?” said Twilight.

Apple Bloom picked up on her tone and said, “Yes, Twilight! Somethin' was in my room last night and I think it’s still there!” Twilight sighed.

“Alright, tell me everything that happened.”

Apple Bloom drew a deep breath and started from the beginning. Her friend’s eyes grew wide as they listened. But when she’d finished, Twilight’s expression remained unchanged.

“I’ve never heard of any such creature, Apple Bloom. Are you sure you weren’t having a nightmare?”

Apple Bloom stomped her hoof. “That’s just what Applejack and Big Mac said! It’s not helping!”

Twilight frowned. “I’m sorry, Apple Bloom, but I need more data before I can formulate a hypothesis. I can come by tomorrow night if that’s okay?”

Apple Bloom’s ears drooped as she looked at her. “But…what about tonight?”

Twilight shook her head. “I have a paper I have to finish writing by tonight, or else I would. I’m sorry.”

There was a collective, “aww,” from the fillies, but then Apple Bloom said, “That’s alright Twilight. I understand. Come on, girls.”

Once they’d made it outside, Scootaloo turned to her friend and said, “What are you going to do, Apple Bloom?” But she didn’t answer, she just put her head down and started walking in the direction of home.

“Apple Bloom, wait!” began Scootaloo, but Sweetie held her back.

“Let her go, Scootaloo. There’s nothing we can do to help.” They sadly watched her go.

All too soon, Apple Bloom found herself at home. The afternoon sun shone brightly through the trees, a sight that she would normally welcome. But now, it only filled her with dread, as it meant that night time would soon be here, and she’d have to be in her room.

Alone.

Apple Bloom hardly spoke through dinner. She kept glancing at the stairs that led up to her bedroom and sighing. The rest of the family noticed.

“What’s wrong, sugarcube?”

Apple Bloom mumbled something while pushing the food around on her plate.

Applejack sighed. “Is that nightmare still bothering you?”

“It weren’t no nightmare,” she whispered.

Granny smiled. “You’ll have sweet dreams tonight, child. Don’t fret.”

Apple Bloom looked up at her then sighed again. “Yes’m, Granny.”

Big Mac added, “It’ll be okay, sis.”

Applejack stood. “C’mon, honey. Time to brush your teeth and get to bed.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Already?! But…but can’t I stay up late?”

“You got school in the morning. Let’s go; I’ll read you that bedtime story you like.”

Her ears splayed back, the filly trudged up the stairs to the bathroom. She took as long she could brushing her teeth until they felt raw. Finally, there was no more putting it off.

She went to her room and stood in the doorway. Everything seemed normal again and everything was in its place, including the bear she’d left on her bed earlier. She first went to the closet and listened, her heart beating loudly in her ears. But after a few moments of hearing nothing, she checked to make sure it was locked, then climbed into bed. She moved the teddy bear to one side, then got under her covers and pulled them up to her chin. Applejack soon followed.

She sat on the edge of her bed and opened the book. Just as she was about to start reading, she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

“Apple Bloom,” said she, “where did you get that?”

Apple Bloom looked at the teddy. “This? Granny gave it to me. Why, is something wrong?”

Applejack looked troubled, but shook her head and said, “No, everything’s fine.” She cleared her throat. “Once upon a time…”

After the tale, she tucked her sister in and gave her another peck on the cheek. “Good night, sweetie.” She gave one last long look at the teddy bear, then turned out the light and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Apple Bloom lay there listening. Every little sound was magnified in her ears and she didn’t think she’d get any rest. But somehow she did finally fall asleep.

Until a few minutes past three.

Apple Bloom’s eyes snapped open. Something was quietly moving about in her room and she could just make out its breathing. Her heart began beating rapidly as a cold sweat broke out on her. She started to sit up and look around, but then shut her eyes tight and pulled the covers over her head. Then several things happened at once.

She felt something pulling at the foot of her covers, softly at first, then with more force. Then she heard a hiss. She could feel a scream building up inside her, but before she released it, she heard a new sound.

It was a growl.

All of a sudden she felt something spring from her side and run across her bed. There was a scuffle and the hissing got louder. She kept her eyes tightly shut as she listened to what sounded like a fight. Then all was silent.

She started to come out from under her covers, but then she heard her bedroom door quietly open…then shut. She stayed underneath for what seemed like hours, not daring to move.

The next thing she knew, it was morning. She sat up and looked around. Again, everything seemed to be in place, but the teddy bear was gone. She got up and went to her closet and listened. Nothing. Cautiously, she opened it. Again, nothing. But her room felt somehow cleaner and that feeling of dread was gone.

“Apple Bloom!” Applejack called. “Come on down to breakfast!”

She hurriedly came down the stairs, where her whole family was seated.

As she took her place, she looked at Granny.

“Everythin’ fine, young un?”

For the first time, Apple Bloom felt like smiling.

“Yes, Granny. Everythin’s fine.”

The Fortune Cookie

Luna’s Moon shone brightly down upon the busy streets of Canterlot, where even at this late hour ponies, gyrphons, minotaurs and a host of Equestria’s other citizens were all out enjoying the evening.

In a small Chinponese restaurant lit by the soft glow of lanterns, Rarity sat eating with her friend and employee, Sassy Saddles. It had been an exceptional day of sales, so the tired but happy Rarity had offered to treat them both to dinner. Rarity delicately wiped her mouth with her napkin and covered a ladylike burp, then sat back in contentment.

“That was outstanding!” she said as she pushed her empty plate of sesame tofu and noodles away. “I couldn’t eat another bite!” Sassy smiled and did the same.

“Thank you, Rarity!” She looked around. “I don’t know when I’ve had a better meal in a nicer place.”

Rarity raised her glass of plum wine and said, “You deserve it after today. More wine?”

They chatted together for a few more minutes, then it was time to get the check, which Rarity of course insisted on paying. Along with the check came their fortune cookies. “These are always fun,” said Rarity as she opened hers and began reading. Sassy was in the process of reading her own when she noticed the atmosphere in the room had changed. She looked up at her boss, and found her frozen as she stared at her fortune.

“Is…is something wrong, Rarity? You look frightened.”

Rarity stared at her fortune a few more moments before saying, “Oh, no…it’s nothing.”

“Well, what does it say?”

Rarity forced a smile and said, “It’s just a silly saying. What did yours say?”

“Mine says, ‘You will have great success in business.’ Rather appropriate, I think.”

Rarity stared at her own again while absently adding, “Yes…very appropriate…”

Sassy started to reach across the table for Rarity’s when she saw her and frantically drew it back. “Don’t!” Rarity cried.

Sassy drew back her hoof and looked long and hard at her. Finally, she said, “Alright, now you’re scaring me. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad?”

Instead of answering, Rarity looked around at the restaurant’s staff, searching their faces. All of a sudden she threw a bunch of bits on the table and got up. “Let’s be going, Sassy. I…I don’t feel like staying any longer.” She stuffed the paper fortune into her saddlebags, then turned and practically ran out the building. Sassy rushed to follow her. She then planted herself in front of her.

“We’re not moving until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

Rarity stared at her, the struggle visible on her face. Then, without speaking, she reached inside her saddlebags and handed her the fortune. Sassy took it and read the following: “Unicorn, your life is in danger. Say nothing to anyone. You must leave the city and never return. Repeat: tell no one.” Sassy read it a few more times, then turned it over and looked at the back. It was blank. She then looked at her friend.

“It’s got to be a joke. A sick joke, but a joke all the same.” Her face then grew dark. “I’m going to go tell that restaurant just what I think of their ‘sense of humor!’ ” She started back when Rarity stopped her.

“No! I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone! If they know you know, you could be in danger as well!”

Sassy stared at her and then said, “Surely, you’re not taking this seriously? Who would want to harm you?”

Rarity shook her head. “I have no idea, but I can’t take the chance on somepony else getting involved.”

Sassy took her by her shoulders and said, “Rarity. Think! It has to be a joke! That staff is probably laughing about it right now!”

Rarity looked down. “But, what if it isn’t? What if somepony wishes me…dead?”

Sassy let her go and said, “Alright. If that’s what you believe, then let’s go to the police.”

Rarity gave her a grim smile. “And tell them what? I’m scared because I got a menacing fortune cookie? They’d laugh me out of the building.”

Sassy threw up her hooves. “See? That’s what I’m saying: it’s just so silly!”

Rarity shook her head, then giggled softly to herself. “You know? You’re right: this is probably just an ill-conceived prank.” They turned and began trotting back to the boutique. “Needless to say, however,” said Rarity, “I shan’t be returning to that restaurant!”

They said their good nights at the boutique: Sassy going up to her room inside, while Rarity made her way to her hotel. She did her best to put the matter out of her mind, then slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day she awoke refreshed and popped out of bed. There were a million things to get ready before they opened for the day and she couldn’t wait to begin.

As she let herself into the boutique, she called out, “Sassy! I’m here! Let’s get started!”

But she was met with silence. Rarity frowned. “Sassy?” It wasn’t like her to be late. “Maybe the poor dear is sleeping off the wine,” she said to herself as she trotted up the stairs. She paused at the bedroom door and knocked softly.

“Sassy, dear, it’s time to get up.” As she knocked, the door fell slightly open and that’s when she noticed the smell. “Sassy?” ventured Rarity as she slowly walked inside, then stopped cold. Her friend lay dead in a pool of her own blood, staring at the door. Rarity stifled a scream as she stood there, then turned and ran back down the stairs to the telephone. Just as she was about to dial, she noticed a single fortune cookie sitting near the phone. She hesitated, then fearfully took it in her magic and opened it.

She trembled as she read the following: You got the wrong fortune.

Be careful what you ask for

From the time she was very little, even too young to be in school, Diamond Tiara never lacked for toys. Being Filthy Rich’s daughter meant she had the best that bits could buy, and she soon learned all she had to do to get something was to ask for it.

One of the things she asked for was a beautiful porcelain pony doll she saw one day while out shopping with her father. Its mane was long and flowing, it had articulated joints that she could position any way she chose and it wore an intricate lavender dress. It was altogether lovely, and Diamond had to have it the moment she saw it.

“Daddy! That one! I want it!” she cried as she pointed it out.

Filthy Rich smiled down at his only daughter and walked over to the window. But even he gasped when he saw the price tag. “Honey…maybe not that one,” he hesitantly said. Then he tensed. This little filly had stolen his heart the moment she’d been born, and he’d vowed she’d always have the best of everything. So saying ‘no’, even hinting at such an answer, caused him pain. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew such behavior was possibly ruining her by making her unbearably spoiled, but he knew all she had to do was pout and he would melt. Such was the case here.

“Daddy, please!” She looked up at him with her puppy-dog eyes, and that was all it took.

“Alright, my sweet filly.”

“Yay!” she cried as she flew into the shop, with her father following.

He walked up to the counter where sat an older stallion with pince-nez glasses perched on the end of his nose. “Good morning, sir. My daughter would like the pony doll you have in the window.”

The proprietor looked up and smiled. “I see you have a discerning eye, Mr. Rich. That doll is a classic, well worth the price.” He smiled again.

Something about the older stallion’s smile seemed off to him, but he shrugged and paid him the huge amount of bits, as his daughter grabbed the doll and hugged it tightly. Filthy shook off his misgivings as he watched his filly light up with joy.

The doll was her constant companion. As she was still too young for school, she had all day to play with it. Filthy and his wife Spoiled watched their daughter carry it everywhere, rarely ever putting it down, even at mealtimes. Though her room was filled with toys, she didn’t seem to be playing with any of the others.

At first, the parents just smiled and thought she’d soon tire of the doll, and go back to her other playthings. But weeks went by, and she showed no signs of interest in anything else. Then they began to worry.

One morning, Diamond came to breakfast with dark circles under her eyes. Her parents looked at each other with concern as they watched her. Was…was that doll somehow brighter? Filthy stared at it. Its mane seemed to be more vibrant…and its…smile? Was it showing teeth before? He couldn’t recall. He’d have to see for himself.

“Sweetie, can I see your doll?”

“No!” she screamed. “She’s mine!”

“Honey, I just want to look at her.”

Diamond jumped to her hooves. “No!” she screamed again, then ran out of the room.

“Let her alone, husband. She’ll soon get tired of it.”

Filthy stared after his daughter. “Something’s not right.”

Spoiled went back to her breakfast. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. It’s just a phase.”

But Filthy still frowned.

Later that day, there was a knock on the door. The butler answered it, and there stood Silver Spoon, Diamond’s friend.

Silver looked up at the tall stallion. “Is Diamond home?”

He nodded. “Yes, Miss. Right this way.” He soon led her to his young charge’s room, then he knocked. “Miss Tiara? A Miss Spoon is here to see you.”

“Go away!” she cried from behind the closed door.

Silver’s mouth opened in shock. “Diamond? Are you alright?” she asked.

“I said, ‘go away’!”

Silver exchanged a look with the butler, then frowned and pushed her way in. What she saw made her gasp.

Diamond was in the middle of the room, holding a doll. Her mane, always perfect, now looked somewhat disheveled. Her eyes were sunken and her voice seemed odd as she spoke to the doll.

Silver came hesitantly into the room. “Diamond?”

Diamond looked up and saw her. “Oh. Silver Spoon. It’s you. I thought it was my daddy trying to take my doll away from me.”

She came forward and looked at the doll. Its eyes seemed to have a life of their own as she stared at it. “Where did you get that?” she asked.

Diamond held the doll up for her to see. “Isn’t she wonderful?!? My daddy bought her for me a few weeks ago!”

As Silver continued staring at it, she thought she saw the doll’s head turn in her direction and stare back. Silver felt her entire body go numb as she backed away. “Diamond…there’s something wrong with that toy,” she managed to whisper.

Diamond hugged the doll and said, “There’s nothing wrong with her! She’s perfect!” She got up and began to approach her. “Here, have a look.”

But Silver backed up even further. “N…no. Keep that thing away from me!”

But still Diamond came nearer. “What’s wrong? I’ll even let you hold her, but just for a minute.”

“No!” she screamed, then turned and ran out of the room. She didn’t stop until she was out the door and running back to her home.

Later that night, Filthy went into his daughter’s room, long after she’d fallen asleep. As he expected, she was clutching the doll. He got an uneasy feeling as he looked at it, one that had been growing inside him for some time. He came forward, and gently took it from her hooves. She stirred, groaned in her sleep, but did not awake. He breathed a sigh of relief then looked down at the doll. It looked innocent, just an ordinary toy, but suddenly he got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he held it. Making up his mind, he quietly left with it.

Calling his butler, he said, “Take this out somewhere and get rid of it.”

“Sir?”

“You heard me. I want it out of this house. Come and tell me after it’s done.”

“Yes, Sir.” Filthy Rich then went to his study.

After about an hour, there was a knock on his door. “Come in.”

The butler entered, looking a bit frazzled. “It’s taken care of, Sir.”

“Very good.” Then he stared closely at his butler. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “N…no Sir, not really.”

Filthy sat up and gave him his full attention. “Out with it.”

The butler seemed nervous. He’d had to do some questionable things for the Rich family in all his years of service, but he was normally unflappable. This time, however, was different. “You will think me mad, Sir.”

A feeling of dread came over Filthy. “Tell me.”

The butler stared down at his hooves, then pulled up his tattered sleeve, exposing a wound.

“The doll, Sir. It…it bit me...”

Soft Rains

“If this drought doesn’t clear up soon, it’s going to be a hungry winter,” said the unicorn farmer. He wiped his brow and looked at his wife, who bore an equally worried expression as they both stared out over their fields. Their crops had all but wilted, though they’d spent every working hour giving them what water they could dredge up from the local creek. Which itself was drying up.

They two, Corn Shucks and his wife Wheaty, were some of the lucky ones, as they only had to go a few hundred yards to a water source. Still, it was hard work dragging bucket after bucket to their fields, even with their magic, only to have the thirsty ground swallow up their offerings as soon as they were poured.

As Corn Shucks poured the last bucket over their plants they heard movement and looked up to see the town’s mayor approaching.

“Howdy do, neighbors,” said he as he trotted up. They both just nodded, each too tired and too worn out for a proper greeting. The unicorn mayor adjusted his glasses and said, “I see your crops ain’t doin’ much better than anypony else’s.” He looked up at them and added, “Come to the town hall tomorrow afternoon. We may have a solution.”

Corn Shucks frowned. “Unless you got some pegasi hidden away somewhere that can make it rain, I don’t see what else can help.”

The Mayor grimly smiled. “Now, now…you know we ain’t got no truck with their kind…them earth ponies neither. Just come to the town hall tomorrow.”

Corn Shucks looked at his wife and sighed. “Sure, why not. Can we bring the fillies?”

“A-course! Bring the whole family; they’ll be needed.”

The farmer raised an eyebrow. “ ‘Needed’? What do you mean?”

The Mayor just smiled and said, “You’ll see.” With that, he tipped his hat to the missus and left.

The next day, bright and early, the farmer and his family made their way to the Town Hall. There, everypony in town had gathered, and the Mayor was just stepping forward to the impromptu stage and cleared his throat.

"Greetings, everypony. I'm sure you're all wondering why I asked you here." He took a moment and stared around at the assembled gathering, then cleared his throat again. "It's very simple: we need to do something about this drought, or we'll all starve this winter." He paused again, then took a step forward. "Who here wants things to change?"

This was met with a chorus of affirmations, then one cried, "What can we do?"

The Mayor held up a hoof for silence, then said, "Our ancestors were laughed at by the other tribes, Nopony thought a bunch of unicorns could ever be good farmers, but we showed 'em! My great-great grandfather started this community, and I'll be damned if I let it just fade away! We need to return to the old ways, and they had a way to guarantee good rain when we most need it! That time is now."

"But"...and here he paused, "we need a volunteer. One pony and his family who love this town more than anything, who won't let us starve." He paused and took off his glasses and looked down, and a hush fell over the assembled. He raised his head and said, "Who will come forward?"

Some of the eldest ponies blanched but held their tongues. All others murmured among themselves until one pony stepped forward.

Corn Shucks raised his voice and said, "I and my family will volunteer. Just tell us what we have to do."

The Mayor looked down at him, then smiled. "You're a good neighbor, friend. We'll meet you all at midnight, at your farm." He smiled again. "It's a fine thing you all are doing for this community."

Corn Shucks exchanged a look with his wife. "What exactly are we doing?"

"You'll see."

Under a full Moon Corn Shucks and his family waited for the Mayor to show up. They were all filled with curiosity as to how exactly meeting at their farm could do anything to stop the drought, but they did not have long to wait. Soon, through the trees and down the path, they could just make out the forms of the Mayor and several other townsponies bearing large bags in thier magic making their slow way onto his farm. The Mayor smiled as he trotted up, then turned to look at the Moon.

"Just a few minutes before midnight...right on time." He smiled again.

Corn Shucks came forward. "Well, we're all here. Just what are we supposed to do?"

The Mayor made no answer as he motioned the ponies behind him forward. They came swiftly, bearing ropes, and despite their protests, soon had the family trussed and helpless.

"What's going on?! Why are you doing this?!" cried Corn Shucks. He looked around frantically as he noticed the ponies with the bags set them down, and all began removing large stones. "What are those for?!"

The Mayor betrayed a look of sadness, but his voice was steady. "I just want to thank you and your family for what you're about to do," he slowly said. He turned and looked at the ponies behind him, then nodded.

Corn Shucks screamed, "Wait!!" but it was too late. Using the stones again and again, the family was soon reduced to bloody pulps. Only when they were all quivering messes did they stop.

As the Mayor and the townsponies stopped to catch their breath, the Moon was obscured by thick clouds.

Soon, it began to rain.

Let us in...

It was Nightmare Night, and Melody had just given out the last of her treats. All the colts and fillies had been so adorable in their costumes this year, but she was glad it was over. She blew out the candle in the pumpkin on her porch, closed the door, and settled in front of her fire for a bit of reading before going to bed.

An hour later, there was a knock on her door. Now, who could that be? She glanced over at the clock sitting on her mantle. It was after ten, so all the trick or treaters should be in bed by now. Annoyed, she went to the door and opened it.

There stood two fillies, their faces shadowed in the cloaks and hoods they wore. Melody smiled.

“It’s a little late for you two to still be out, isn’t it?” She held out the empty bowl and added, “I’m afraid I’m all out of treats.”

The two did not look up at her as one said in a low whisper, “Let us in.”

Melody frowned. “I’m sorry, but you two should go home. It’s late.”

The one repeated herself. “Let us in.” Then they both raised their heads and looked straight at her.

Melody ran through her house, checking all her doors and windows, making sure they were all locked. She was still in shock over what she’d seen, and the intense feeling of horror she’d felt when she’d realized the two children had only black, empty pits where their eyes should have been. All of a sudden that dread intensified, and she slowly turned to the window. There, staring in at her, were those two...things.

“Let us in.”

“Noo! Go away, both of you!” She ran upstairs to her bedroom and slammed the door. Jumping onto her bed, she pulled the covers over her head and shut her eyes. “Go away...go away...go away...” she whispered to herself. Then she heard a tapping on her bedroom window. New horror seized her as she heard the sound. How could they be outside her upstairs window?! She wasn’t sure, but she thought they’d both been Earth ponies. Then a new thought took over. Had she locked that window?

There was a creak as the window slowly came open.

The next day, Melody’s boss Mr. Rich looked up at the clock and frowned. “Where is that mare? It’s not like her to be late.” Going around to the supervisor, he asked, “Have you seen Melody this morning?”

The supervisor replied, “No, sir. She didn’t call in either.”

“Well, that’s damn peculiar. One of you check up on her, she may be sick.”

“Yes, sir...I’ll go.”

Soon, the supervisor made it to her absent employee’s house. She stopped. The front door was standing open. so she went to it, stuck her head inside and called out, “Hello?” The entire house seemed unnaturally still, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.

Cautiously, she made her way inside. She called out again, “Melody? Are you in here?” No answer.

At first.

Then, she heard what sounded like soft laughter, but there was something odd about the sound. The pony started to climb the stairs, legs trembling with every step. Making her way to the bedroom, she slowly pushed open the door...and froze.

There, sitting on the floor, with her mane gone completely white, was Melody. She looked up at the pony staring in at her, then let out an insane cackle. The pony gave a loud yelp of fear and turned to run, but not before she heard Melody madly scream, “They got in! They got in! They got in!”

The next Nightmare Night, two little fillies, dressed in hoods and cloaks, knocked on the door of Carousel Boutique.

It was time once again.