The Lost Tapes : Join Us Apple Bloom

Six years earlier.

Adam knew something didn't feel right. He was back in that infernal house of horrors, yet something was quite off. The house seemed more colorful and warm, almost as if it were a home.

Standing near the stairway, he felt his gaze lift upward towards the stairway. The soft clicking of the VCR echoes down each step eerily. Without hesitation, he felt drawn to investigate, as if an invisible hand guided him up each wooden step towards an unfamiliar goal.

Reaching the top of the stairway, he felt drawn to the room he called his own. Walking closer, he placed his calloused hand atop the wooden frame. With a simple push, the door creaked wider, as he felt that invisible force pull him into a blinding light. Everything suddenly felt wrong, out of place, and his body weakened significantly.

Gasping aloud, he was under the rose colored sheets within the room. He felt so weak that he could barely move at all. His lungs burned uncontrollably as he coughed aloud, but it wasn't his voice at all. It was higher in pitch and softer, gazing towards his hands they were small, delicate, and childlike.

“Are you feeling any better today?” Seth suddenly walked in through the doorway, his face fixed upon Adam in worry.

Adam wanted to ask what was happening?

How did he end up here?

Where was he?

Yet he couldn't control his voice at all. “I'm fine, just feeling a little cold.” A sweet feminine voice speaking instead, her teeth beginning to chatter.

Adam was trapped within this vessel, living another life. Unable to move or scream, he could feel his heart begin to race out of control. Seth chuckled as he walked closer, Adam shocked how he towered over the room from this point of view.

With a gentle tug, he lifted a larger pink quilt over him, warmth taking hold as Adam felt himself becoming more relaxed. “I got a surprise for you.” Seth grinned as he shuffled across the room towards a bright pink VCR.

“Is it ponies?” The voice chirped excitedly as she wriggled underneath her protective quilt, unable to stop herself from smiling.

“Hahaha, something like that.” Seth grinned as he held up that cursed Pink Tape.

Adam could feel his heart nearly explode in fear. The sound of it entering the VCR wafted ever closer towards him. Eyes locked onto the static filled screen as everything blurred to a blinding white.

“I need you to see past the static on the screen…”

jOiN uS….

Adam stared vacantly off into space as raindrops from above fell upon his head. He slowly felt his body regaining movement, and his fingers twitched as he noticed himself clutching the pink tape tightly. He was soaking wet outside near the local park, sitting on the bench with his legs crossed underneath him.

“What in tarnation happened?” Adam spoke in a clear southern drawl as his eyes widened in shock.

He lifted his hand over his mouth, unsure why he was speaking in a foreign accent at all. “Why do I sound like a garsh darn hayseed?” Adam spoke aloud once more, each word dripping with southern sass.

Suddenly, a red car pulled over close as it zoomed through a puddle, causing a large splash. The window lowered as the Dasher from earlier poked her head out, smirking.”Crashing from that coffee, huh?” She teased, noticing how spacey he must've looked.

“Huh?” He barely stuttered out confused.

“I thought you might have answered for your mom, but you chugged that monster, didn't ya?” She continued to laugh as Adam scrunched his nose in confusion.

“Whatcha mean my Ma!?” He spoke not only in a thicker accent, but his voice was sweet, soft, and feminine.

Just like a child's voice.

“I'm just saying kiddo, you chug those things you'll be crashing all the time. Passed by thirty minutes ago, and you were zoinked out!!” She flaunted her hand out the window, her tone that of scolding a young child.

“I'mma not a kid!” Adam couldn't believe how oddly young he sounded, pouncing off the bench he began to dart off down the waterlogged sidewalk.

“Whoa!, kid, it's dangerous to be running through the rain!” He heard the woman yell after him before being drowned out by the growing storm.

The rain was pouring down violently now, weighing down his clothes massively as he struggled to run back towards that cursed house. This tape clearly had something to do with his voice changing, foot slipping he tumbled forward into a large puddle of mud with a crash. His eyes stung from the filth covering his face as he noticed he had stepped out of his shoes.

He thought maybe his feet seemed smaller?

Or that his pants had somehow become longer?

That couldn't be unless he was shrinking. The mere thought made his stomach tighten into knots. Had the woman been seeing him as a young girl before, was he somehow changing physically? So many questions raced through his head as he pulled himself to his barefoot, stumbling towards the bleak shadow that was his new house.

Its horrid shadow sent chills down his spine, each step off balance as he slipped again. Falling forward against the old wooden door, he winced, feeling as if he was being beaten down by invisible fists all over. The door suddenly swinging open by itself, he went crashing to the floor in defeat.

It wanted him near. It needed him for some unknown purpose. Tape held close to his chest, Adam stumbled helplessly towards the first floor bathroom. Light flickering eerily, he took hesitant steps closer towards his reflection.

His once tall impressive frame seemed diminished now more around five-eight. His clothes soaking wet were loose on him now, extremely heavy as it caused him to droop his shoulders, or maybe they were narrowed? Breathing, becoming more panicked, he noticed his eyes were far larger, almost glowing a vibrant, colorful orange.

'What in the hay is happenin’ to me!!” He screamed in a shrill, youthful voice.