My name is Hover. I have a family. A beautiful wife named Spectrum, a young son named Paint, and a.....uh..a daughter. I loved my family more than anything, but my daughter, well, not too much. Now, don't think I am a horrible father for not loving my daughter. First of all, I will tell her name, Gothel. Her name used to be Sweet Daisy, but during her tenth birthday, she changed her name. We used to be so close. When her name wasn't Gothel, she was kind, caring, loving. She was daddy's little girl. Taking her to work was the highlight of my day. My job? I paint houses. You would think I hate my job, but my job is supreme to me. First of all, I get to paint, which I really love to do. Second of all, I get to hover while I do this, which stretches my wings while I work. Sweet Daisy, uh, I mean Gothel, will just sit inside the house while I am painting, using her painting tools to draw beautiful things. Bunnies, rabbits, flowers, sunshine. I raised her well. After a hard day of work, I would take her out to ice cream. Her favorite thing is when I slammed my face onto the sundae. Her giggles thawed my heart. When she does the same, she would laugh while I wipe her face. Then I head home to eat dinner with my son and wife. It was a beautiful life. But then, it all changed when she reached her two digits age....that accursed number ten.
It all changed. When it was my daughter;s tenth birthday, she would do creepy, unusual things. Like When we went on a carriage ride to get her cake, she nearly killed all of us. She mumbled a song I used to sing to her when she was just a foal. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray. You never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." When I looked back at her singing, she looked like she was hypnotized. Her eyes staring back at me while she was singing, hypnotizing me as well. I felt my eyes getting heavy, then....BOOM! The horses I was driving went crazy and it crashed into a store. "Quills and Sofas." Seriously, who sells only quills and sofas? The horses were hurt really bad, so they were automatically taken to the nearest hospital. I wasn't bad myself, but my back had a searing pain. Then I remembered my daughter. Oh my gosh, I thought, what if she is seriously hurt? When I looked back. I had a shock. There was wood all around her, like a circle. She was still mumbling that song, but it going on like a broken record. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away...." But now one speck of wood came on her. Not one. She was completely unharmed, which was impossible. The only thing I remembered mumbling was, "How-how did you survived?" And
all she answered back was, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away...."
And it was more creepy when we sang the birthday song. But as we were singing, she was staring at me, through the flaming candles. Her eyes were glassy and still. She didn't blink once. The flaming candle's didn't help lessen the creepiness. It was as if she was a ghost who was staring at me through a bonfire. And she was mumbling another nursery song, uh, the mouse went up the clock? She was staring at me. After the birthday song ended, I rushed to my wife and pulled her aside. "Spectrum, I think there is something wrong with our daughter."
"Our daughter? Please honey, she is sweet."
"No, you don't understand. When we got our cake, she was mumbling that sunshine song. A minute later, our horses crashed. We almost died!"
"Do you think it was our daughter's fault you made the horses crash?
"What?! No! It is her fault!" Spectrum left in disgust. I followed her. "C'mon, please believe me." , I begged. But then I noticed my daughter staring at me, those eyes gleaming with a evil gleam. After the guests left, I went into my room to rest from all that happened that day. But something disrupted me. A scream. My son's scream. But I ignored it. It was probably my son crying for my wife. So I just laid there. But then the screaming went louder. My legs bolted up, but then I waited for my wife to do something. But as I laid, I heard the screaming being muffled. I rushed toward the sound. There, in my daughter's room, my son was tied on a stick, on a fire that was just about to start. My daughter was holding a match to make that fire. My son had a rag tied to his mouth to muffle his screams. "Sweet Daisy, what in the name of Hell are you doing?!" I rushed toward my son. I was about to untie him when my daughter looked at me. But there was something wrong with her appearance. She was wearing a black cloak, like the Grim Reaper. Her hood fell off, revealing her blonde hair, now streaked with grey and black. She was wearing, makeup? Black ash covered around her eyes. Black lipstick covered her lips. She looked like a demon. Not my sunshine anymore. "Be gone, wretch!," Sweet Daisy said in a raspy voice. "You are ruining the ritual!" I looked at her in shock. Wretch? Wretch?! "Listen Sweet Daisy-" She held her hoof in my face. "Who is this Sweet Daisy? For I am Gothel, the mother of ghosts." I was scared. This wasn't Sweet Daisy. She was possessed. I grabbed her quickly and put her in the carriage. This time I drove it. I was going to go the way to Canterlot, to get her to be exorcised by Celestial herself. When I put her in the carriage, she screamed in the raspy voice that scared me, "Where are we going?! Where we going?! The ritual is not done. He needs a sacrifice!" Tears came to my eyes as I put on my saddle and galloped over to our destination.
I galloped for a long while. My hooves felt like they were on fire. But I galloped on, hoping that I will save Sweet Daisy. Sweet Daisy kept on shrieking, "He will punish you! He is hungry for a sacrifice!" I ignored her. Thirty minutes past. My hooves felt like they were going to burn away from exhaustion. But then I heard my daughter singing. But this time in a calm voice. Not a raspy one. It was beautiful. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey..." My eyes felt heavy. They were about to close when I felt a crushing pain on my wings. It was as if some evil force was ripping it apart. I was going crazy. The pain was intense. Then...the episode happened again. BOOM! I crashed onto a tree. My wings were burning. The pain was not subsiding. For anything, it became worst. All I remember before I closed my eyes were her singing the sinister song. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey..."
I woke up on the living room couch. My wife was crying. My daughter was on her coloring table, happy as she could be. When my wife saw me open my eyes, she smiled warmly, "Oh honey! You are alright!" She hugged me. But her hooves crushed my wings, causing me to scream out in pain. My daughter looked over, smiling menacingly. My wife looked worried. "Honey, I think you can't do your job anymore. You can't fly for a long time. The doctor said that your wings are in a lot of pain, but he doesn't know what is causing it." She looked at me with a weak smile. I said, "I could paint still! I would just have to use that ladder that those earth ponies use." My wife smiled brightly. "Good then! You still get to have your job, and you could still bring Sweet Daisy! You did told me she is the highlight of your job, didn't you?" Sweet Daisy, uh I mean Gothel looked over. She didn't have any words, but her face told me she would do something evil. "No, no honey, it is just alright, I don't think Sweet Daisy wants to go." Spectrum answered, "I am sure as heck she does! You will see her on Monday." Then my wife trotted away saying, "I will get you some fresh apple juice." I was left alone with that beast of a daughter staring into my eyes.
That Monday as I trotted over to my painting job with my daughter, I said, "Hey Sugarplum, can I see your beautiful drawings?" She handed me her book. She was still wearing the cloak and that scary makeup, but I didn't say anything. I wanted today to be perfect. I didn't know how much I was wrong. I flipped the pages. Her drawings were beautiful, each one innocent. But then I went to the last pages. I gasped. There was the day the horses crashed. The horses were dead on the floor. Blood was all around them. A black spirit like thing hovered above it, as if it was going to take the horses away. "Uh, honey, who is this?", I said, pointing at the drawing with my hoof. She looked at it. "This is one of my perfect drawings.", she answered in that raspy voice. I shuddered. I turned the pages more. There was the time I crashed into the tree. There was blood everywhere. Again, the black spirit hovered over me. I was scared. I put the notebook in my backpack . From the minute, I knew I was scared of my daughter. When we reached the house, I got out cans of paint from the garage. I also grabbed a ladder. "Go inside, Sweetie." She rushed inside the house. I had peace. I began painting. As I was painting, I felt a presence behind me. I looked back to find my daughter. She was on a scooter. "Honey, where did you get that scooter?" She didn't acknowledge me. Instead, she rode in circles. I ignored her. Then she started murmuring a chant. But I didn't understand it. It was in a another language. It was hard concentrating. Then I noticed she was riding close to my ladder. "Hey, sweetie, can you move away from the ladder?" But she didn't listen. She kept on murmuring that creepy chant. Then I felt myself falling. My back was in terrible pain. I felt my life slipping away, but I remember my daughter looking over me, singing, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey...." Then she closed my eyes.
Author's Note
Okay, I am new here. I love writing, and I hope you guys enjoy this. This is basically about the underworld diaries. Each chapter will be explaining how they died in their life time. In this chapter, a stallion died in the hands, er hooves of his daughter. Criticism will be helpful.
