Life and it's Mysteries.

This tale, a tale of adventure began, in my room.

My room is small... Very small, yet I share it with my sister. I am not kidding when I said the room was small. Like, if compared to one and a half of an average sized Cadillac, from all sides, that would be my room. It's a decent room, for kids like me I guess. Beige painted walls on all sides, marble tile floor, and a normal folding door closet, with enough space to hold just about 20 extra large trash bags full of clothes, with little space to spare. Set up with a decently working fan with the ever normal Hi, Medium, and Low settings, including the obvious on and off switch on the wall nearby. The room wasn't empty though, it had furniture all around. From dressers to cupboards, bedside tables, etc. You name it. Leaving barely any space to walk in and out.

This room, that I have, was dull, and quiet. The only sounds heard from this room were the whirring of the moving fan, and the occasional snoring from either my sister, or my dad. This silence was broken though, when I awoke, with a combination of yawning and stretching.

"Damn that was a great nap". I said finishing my yawn-stretch. Out of instinct, I put my watch to my face, finished with reading the time, I spoke out.

"Jesus Christ! It's only 5:10a.m.?! I was expected waking up later, but whatever. I wonder if I should eat first, or take a shower first?"

Asking myself what I should do after rang in my head as I slowly rose from my laying position. I looked over to my right to see my room door was open. I didn't know what opened it, because my whole house was fast asleep. Curious, I slowly crept from my creaky bed, and tiptoed out of the room, making sure I woke no one. I heard I giggle, of some form. It made me jump a bit, seeing from how loud it was in my ears.

Not caring if anyone else heard me, I slowly walk down the hallway to my dark and creepy living room. To my surprise, there was no one there. Feeling dumbfounded and gullible, I looked around every nook and cranny for some hint of a prank, but there was nothing, not even a small speck of a clue.

"I swear to god, if this is some sort of prank, I will dropkick them off the face off the earth." I spoke hoarsely to myself.

Then, I heard a melody. A peaceful, sweet melody. I recognized the melody, instantly. It was an old lullaby I used to listen to as a little boy. The music would calm down almost anything, and sometimes would even exhaust people to the point they fall asleep. It's a fancy little lullaby, but there was something different about the lullaby...

"Am I hearing shit... or do I hear a voice"? I asked myself.

"No, oh my god... I think I'm hallucinating again..." I said before being interrupted by a box, which scared me to death, tipping over to its side, pouring whatever materials were held within it.

"Holy Bejeebus! What the fuck was that?! Jesus Christ..." I spoke out, almost yelling. Then out of nowhere, something brushed against me, in the back of the head. It wasn't anything blunt, but soft, like hair. I swiftly turned to the side the hair like feeling was headed, but to my expense, nothing. Although, what I did notice, was the door was open. Not wide open, but just barely open. The creature, or thing, was telling me to follow it. So I did what it asked. With my terrible habit of sleeping in my clothes, I was already dressed, so I got my shoes on, and trailed out the door.

The muggy air was warm and humid at night. As expected from living in the southern states. The night was very, scary, with only the moon, and the occasional street lamp illuminating only so much of the neighborhood. Bugs and mosquitoes swarming the lights, and the crickets chirping, made this night seem, normal.Though, the ordinary night wasn't the same, because I could hear the melody playing still, ever so quietly.

Confused on how I may follow that thing... I simply just followed the music. I've turned left and right, gone from corner to corner, inch to inch, but to source of the evergoing melody. Then it hit me, literally square in the face. A note. It read Those that which seeks the source of their torment cannot find it in darkness. I instantly thought I needed a flashlight, but like when I always need something, I don't have it.

In shear coincidence, I found a lamp, luckily, included with batteries. Like any other person with a device of a sort, I turned it on. This lamp however was glowing a rainbow colored aurora. Thinking it was just some cool effect, I brushed it off... until I heard a spark. I then looked at the lamp, thinking I heard something, when it suddenly sparked again. Then again, the sparks slowly increased in rate, as a strange light started engulfing me. I tried screaming but my voice couldn't escape my mouth, I was too scared to even comprehend my own actions. I felt a swirly roller coaster feeling as the light enshrouded me bit by bit. The light was too much for me so, I passed out.

"Oh my gosh, what is that thing? Is it alive?"

"Ooh ooh! Can I poke it? Please?"

"No darling, don't touch this... thing. Who knows where it's been?"

"He looks like he's dead... I mean oh gosh, is he dead?"

"Oh dear, I hope whatever it is, isn't hurt"

"What the hay is it doing here?"

"... Oh my fucking god... my head... oh god... Where am I?" I murmured to myself as I slowly gained consciousness. I finally picked myself up to see that I was surrounded by six colorful pony looking creatures.

"Holy Shit... this can't be happening..." I said to myself quietly.

"Girls, what's all the comm--" a lavendar pony said before abruptly stopping, to gaze at me, with her mouth a gape.

"Oh my Celestia... a.. a human?!".