My friends and I are the kinds that like to get into trouble a lot. I can't even remember how many times we got in trouble both with our parents and the police. But one of my friends, who I'll call F for this story, was the craziest of all of us. He would do anything, and I mean anything for maybe just a bit. He once even dove into a dumpster and stayed in it for 30 minutes and come out with a half-eaten burger. Then there were my two other friends who I'll call B and A. A was drug addicted and B would always drink beer, despite the fact he's underage.
One night we decided to sneak out in the middle of the night and go over to A's house because his parents would be away for the weekend. It was pretty late so I had to climb through my bedroom window. A's house luckily wasn't that far away and B's house was right across from mine so I didn't have to walk alone. Once I jumped off the roof B was waiting for me on the path. I walked over to him and we began walking towards A's house.
The pathways were pretty much empty except for Derpy and Dr.Hooves talking on the other side. They did see us when we passed by, but unlike most other ponies in ponyville, they just waved at us and kept quiet. We did wave back and then continue walking. Then three wonderbolts then flew over us after we got passed Sugercube Corner, where Pinkie Pie was bouncing around the building, as usual.
About halfway from A's house, B stopped in his tracks. I stopped too and asked him if there was anything wrong. He didn't say anything but instead pointed his hoof at a bush, assuring me to look there. I didn't see anything at first but after squinting my eyes I could see it most clearly. There was what looked like a hooded figure hiding in the bush, stalking us. I went over to B and whispered in his ear; "We need to get out of here."
We walked away slowly and towards A's house. After two minutes of paranoia, we made it. A let us in and F was already there trying to open a beer can with a stick. F was not only crazy but also a little stupid. The adjacent houses were quiet so we had to keep F quiet or he would alert the neighbors.
After what seemed like an hour we all finally fell asleep. A was in his bedroom, F was on the sofa and B was under the coffee table and I was on it.
The sound of hoofsteps outside crushing leaves woke me and B up. At first, I thought it was F because when I looked over at the sofa F was sleeping on and he wasn't on it. I looked over at a nearby clock and it was 4:27 am. I turned and saw B frozen in his tracks looking at the window. I went over to him but once I got to the window I saw it, the same hooded figure from earlier.
"Shhh, it will all be over soon."
That was when B and I finally got the nerve to run and at the same time, the figure ran towards the front door, which was where we were gonna escape. He started pounding at the door and tried to barge it open.
"What the fuck's going on down here," F said once he left the kitchen. B grabbed him and the three of us ran upstairs to get A, not saying a word. Luckily, A came out of his room right when we got passed the last step. But by that point, the front door finally gave out and broke off the hinges, letting the intruder inside. We all rushed into an adjacent room and locked the door. It was luckily A's parent's room and his dad had a gun. Unfortunately, the intruder saw which room we went into and tried to break down that door.
The door to the room we were in was a lot weaker and would give out any second and the window wouldn't open when I tried to pull it aside. F had enough of the window and grabbed the bedside table and told me to get out of the way. He then proceeded to throw it at the window, shattering the glass and generating a lot of noise. If the neighbors didn't hear our screams and the door breaking down, then they definitely heard that. We all climbed out but the house was surrounded by thorn bushes so it really hurt when we landed in them. Somehow, F avoided the thorn bushes but I still think that the rest of us ended up better in that situation because F broke his hoof and one of his ribs when he landed on the boulder.
Our neighbors must have contacted the police because, after about two minutes, police arrived. We were able to get F into ponyville general. The next day, A found out that there were multiple things in the house that the hooded figure may have taken. The hood almost hid his face but we still couldn't give a good description. My friends and I haven't stopped doing shit like that, but we are more careful about the things we do. Now five weeks have passed and I have yet to see that hooded figure one more time. I plan to never return to A's house again because no matter what I do, it will just remind me of the scariest night of my life.
I lived in Ponyville with my parents for most of my life until I moved out just yesterday. But I would occasionally hear hoofsteps outside every night but I didn't give it much thought. Dad sleepwalks most nights so I used to think that it was him outside almost every night. It wasn't until five weeks ago when I was proven wrong.
I woke up one night to the sound of a twig snapping, what disturbed me was that it was right outside my bedroom window. Instead of looking at the window, which I should've done, I went to mom and dad's room to tell mom that dad was sleepwalking again but I found something disturbing. Mom and dad were fast asleep in their bed together. If dad was in bed, then who was outside?
I woke them up and told them what happened. After I told them, dad went outside for a good 15 minutes while I stayed with mom. Dad came back in only to find nothing. He told me to go back to sleep and say something again if it happens the next night. I did as I was told and went back to sleep.
The next night I woke up to the sound of knocking at my window. This time I did what I should've done one night earlier and looked turned to face the window but what I saw will now forever haunt me. What I saw was a face, not just any face. Pitch black eyes, a lavender coat, and a purple and pink mane, and the worst of it all was the smile. It was a smile big enough to make it seem unnatural for a normal pony. It almost looked like Princess Twilight but I knew it wasn't her.
I screamed and ran out of bed and towards my parent's room. They let me in and I tried to explain but instead, I just said random things until I was out of breath. It was enough to make my dad get the police and search the whole area. They never found it. We just went back to bed and the next day, my dad put blinds over my window.
I wish I could say that was the last time something like that happened, but it wasn't. Just last week, I heard the knocking again, I tried to ignore it but then I remembered that I forgot to lock my window. I was gonna go tell mom and dad again but at that moment I heard my window open.
Nothing was dividing my bed and my window so that thing was now in my room. Luckily, I was facing away from the window so it would be easy to pretend I was asleep. There was complete silence now, it has been quiet for so long that I thought he wasn't even in my room anymore. When I was finally brave enough, I turned to face the window. The smiling thing was standing next to my bed, staring directly into my eyes. It was still smiling. I was frozen both in thought and movement. I couldn't move a muscle.
I finally screamed and got the nerve to get out of bed and I felt it grab my stomach. I couldn't escape its grasp and my room didn't have anything I could use as a weapon. My parents tried to help but were stopped by my locked door. It soon finally let go of me and jumped out the window just a second after my dad finally broke down the door. Dad got to the police again and searched again. I even gave them a description of its face. They searched for most of the night but finally gave up when they couldn't find him.
That was the worst one yet, but not until just the day before yesterday was the last time I ever saw it. I got to bed late and I remembered to lock my window this time. I went to close my blinds and that was when I saw it again. This time it was hiding behind a tree in the distance only showing its face. Its face was still the same as I remember it. After three seconds, it stood behind the tree and I lost sight of it. I closed the blinds and got in bed, trying to forget what I saw. For the whole night, I expected it to knock on my window or try to get in. But nothing happened. I didn't even hear any hoofsteps outside.
I haven't seen it around in my new house. But I still get paranoid at night. I hope it doesn't know where I live now or is hiding somewhere in my house, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
