The Accounts of a Creature
Journal Entry #1
Strange thing are happening around here and...and I don't know what do to. I-I fear something terrible may happen so I am writing in this journal to record the events that happen. This will at least keep me sane for the time being. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Weaver. I live in the small town of Hoofswell. We are surrounded by mountains and forest so there is a sense of seclusion in this community from the rest of the world. It makes it feel...somewhat more peaceful here. These strange events all started about a week ago. School was done for the day and I was heading back home after talking to my friends for a while, making plans for the weekend.
Now, my home is located near the edge of the surrounding forest. There is a path that leads into the forest and takes you to a clearing with a meadow. I would walk over there after school to relax and clear my head. That day, I do the same routine as I do everyday; I go home, greet my parents and tell them how my day was, anything happened with them at work (My mother was a Florist and was one of the main reasons we got this house so that she could collect flowers that grew all around us. My father worked in the logging company.), and go for my daily stroll down the path. I'll walk and just listen to nature. The birds chirping over head and the various wildlife scurry around as the breeze glided through the canopy swaying tree limbs back and forth. Just another normal stroll. But then, it all went quiet. No noise from the birds, all the animals hid away, even the wind stopped. It was...still. The air felt charged and the hair on my body stood on end. It didn't feel right.
As I got to the meadow, It all seemed different. Something wasn't right. Off in the distance, I could make out a pony standing. It felt out of place. Like...it didn't belong. It's head turned in my direction and I stood there, scared and confused. I didn't see a face, at least what I could make out, and the head was a pale white with a black, suit-like body. It had no mane, no tail. It just stared at me with this blank slate of a face. In a single blink of an eye, whatever it was vanished. and the sounds of nature returned, as if nothing happened.
I ran home, shrugging off the event that took place as stress from school getting to me or the heat but that image stayed in my head for quite some time. What was that...Thing? Was it even real? Just questions for now.
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Journal Entry #2
Ever since that day when I saw...It standing in the meadows, nothing has been the same. I have this feeling that i'm being watched. But when I look around, just other ponies. Nothing out of the ordinary. But the feeling never goes away. Even as I go to school and try to focus, that feeling returns. Once, when I had that feeling, I looked out the window during a lecture and saw it again, standing in the distance, staring at me. What made the experience more nerve-racking was that the other ponies were walking by it, like there was nothing even there. Am I starting to loose my mind? Is what I'm even looking at real? The teacher called out my name, having me break eye contact from the window. She asked what was so interesting outside. Looking back, it was gone. A simple 'Nothing' as an answer just made the teacher a little mad at me. Her reply was to stop daydreaming and focus, making the other ponies in my class snicker at me. I wasn't daydreaming, at least I hope I wasn't. That image of it standing there doesn't seem natural. It's as if it is from another world, or dimension. Another thing that's not natural is the speed on how it can appear and disappear. As if it fazes through reality at will.
I went to the local library to see if I could find any information on what it was or where it came from. My answer came in the form of a book titled: Olden Tales: Fairies, Spirits, and Monster. I found the creature's name to be Der große Hengst. Luckily, the book translated it to read The Great Stallion or Slendermare. The picture was that of an old wood carving, depicting a pony with no face or facial features taking a filly away from a family. What disturbed me was that the creature was standing there but had what looked like an extra appendage reaching out to grab the filly. It was an old tale ponies would tell their foals hundreds of years ago to discourage them from wandering around the woods as it was a mysterious place to wander around in. It describes this Great Stallion as a somewhat malevolent sprite, hunting those who have wandered into it's domain, and has a fondness for the young. It would stalk it's prey to the point of madness and take them away.
I am being hunted. If what this book describing is the creature i've been seeing, I will soon become another victim.The book gives no direction on how to stop him or any prevention. Why me? What have I done to cause this? May Celestia help me.
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Journal Entry #3
I can’t take this anymore. Everywhere I go all, out of the corner of my eyes, I see this horrible, tall, thin and seemingly faceless creature. It’s been haunting my dreams as well ever since I first saw it; all it does is stand there, and watch me. I can’t shake this constant feeling of being watched, it’s like I’m never alone. I hate it. I can’t sleep, I can’t go outside, and I can’t function as a normal pony anymore without… It being there. It was always just a blur every time I try to look at it. But then, I could never look at it long enough without feeling uneasy. I usually just walked in the other direction or something. Or if it was a dream, or a nightmare at that, I would always wake up before I could get a clear look.
I've convinced my parents that I’ve not been feeling well(allergies)so I have not left my house in the past two days. Needless to say sleep has eluded me for the duration. It seems to use dreams to get closer to me so by denying that access to it, I may have angered it more. I keep hearing banging on the windows late at night, and creaking of the floorboards as I’m lying in bed. The other ponies would just say that houses do that on their own, but this is different. The creaks aren’t that of the house settling, there’s weight behind them. Like soft hoofsteps. However, every time I go to look there’s nothing there, but when I re-enter my room I always get the sensation I’m being watched.
Tell me, have you ever been sitting in a room by yourself, windows and door closed, when suddenly the door opens for no reason? I think everyone has, but I’m different. Ponies would say a draft is the simplest solution but I swear, it’s not the draft; I’ve had all the windows locked for about a week now. I’m not one to believe in ghosts or anything of the sort, but this just has an eerie feel to it. Whenever the door spontaneously opens, it gets noticeably colder in the room. The second I leave the room however, all the other rooms are back to normal. Every room however, except my own. My room has been getting cold recently, real cold. I’ve resorted to lighting candles all around the room to try and heat up the place. I don’t know what’s happening; I’m starting to lose it.
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Journal Entry #4
I went outside for the first time in over a week today. It was possible that all of my delusions were coming from being cooped up and spending too much time scaring myself. I went through my day to day life as best I could and to my surprise, no sightings of that…thing. Everything was going fine, in fact, I was starting to forget about the whole thing. That is, until I was heading home.
I was walking through the woods, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible before I went home, when I stumbled across a piece of paper lying there on the middle of the footpath. I’d normally have just written it off to be some litter left by somepony, but it was crisp white. It looked like it had been carefully placed there, no longer than perhaps 20 minutes ago. I picked it up and turned it over.
It was a drawing. A drawing of that thing, the Slenderpony. A very crude sketch depicted him with the words “NO NO NO NO NO NO NO” scribbled down the sides of the page. As I tried to decipher the page the clouds quickly darkened, turning to a heavy black. It was getting ready to rain. That would have been fine except that the Weather team didn't call for rain. Now I’m home, sitting staring at this...picture, going out of my mind trying to figure out just how it got to where it was, thinking about how new it looked and wondering who would draw this and leave it there for me. I’m just gonna go to bed, I’d be as well to get some sleep.
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Journal Entry #5
Ever since I've come in contact with that picture, everything has gone sour. I see him everywhere; Walking through the middle of town, outside my classroom, even in my dreams again. I've been having the same dream ever since that picture. I wake up in my room to see It standing in the corner of my room. I try to scream, but all that is heard is silence. I try to move, but my whole body, immobile. He would then lift up a hoof and stretch it a good 10 feet to touch the headboard of my bed, and then, on my forehead, and down to my eyes, closing them. It felt... not like a hoof, but more like a... tendril of sorts. I would wake up to nothing. Each day I wake up, that picture would be on my hoof. It's causing all of this. I'm burning that picture in the fireplace.
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Journal Entry #6
More pictures have been showing up. A different one each time in the mail. Some saying CAN'T RUN while others say NO EYES, all with a crude drawing of the Slenderpony. I don't even feel safe in the house. Every window, every mirror, even in the corner of my eyes, I swear I see him. The one last safe haven, gone. It's getting more aggressive. Now, everytime I wake up, there are a few marking on my body. Luckily I can hide them from my parents so as to not worry them. They do not need to get involve. I don't want to see them get hurt. This fight is between me and the creature, a fight I fear I may not win.
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Journal Entry #7
I've always wondered what fear was like. Living in this peaceful community, I have not, nor ever felt the need to fear anything for that matter. But, these past couple of weeks, I've become accustomed to true fear. That creature, that...Thing. has made it's presence known to me. It's even watch me sleep. No matter what I do, lock the doors, the windows in my room, hell, even put boards up on my windows, it always looks the same in the morning; The doors and windows to my room open. There is no safe place to hide from it. My time is coming to an end. I just pray that it won't harm my family, bring them to the brink of insanity as it has done to me. As I write my possible last entry, I love you Mom and Dad. You were the best parents any pony could ask for. There is so much I wish I could do now. I just hope that whatever the Slenderpony decides to do with me will be quick and painless as poss---
