My Little Nightmare

My Little Nightmare
Chapter 2
“You’ve got the body, I’ve got the brain.”
Applejack looked at her sister Applebloom’s bed, only to find a huge indent in the middle filled with blood. There were signs of struggle showing that this was a murder of some sort. There was also blood literally covering the ceiling.
“Oh no,” Applejack said, “Not you too.” she said, her eyes tearing up. She soon proceeded to cry onto the bed. The tears mixing with the, still somewhat fresh, blood. She couldn’t sleep that night, she just stayed there, crying. Trying to pull herself together but never gaining a hoofhold.
The next morning, Granny Smith and Big Mac came in, and joined in her sobs of sorrow. As did the other two Cutie Mark Crusaders when they came over to get Applebloom for their daytime crusading. Later, Applejack finally managed to get herself together enough to walk to the library to tell Twilight what happened. Figured it would help them figure out what happened. She was just as stumped.
“I don’t understand, it was clearly the same person that killed Princess Luna, but how? The deaths show signs of magic, but Celestia said it was an invisible force. Magic shows an aura. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless it’s something to do with our dreams.”
“Twilight? Y’all really think now’s a good time to be joking? My sister was killed here.”
“I’m not joking, I’m serious. Last night, I had these nightmares about this...thing…”
-Flashback to her dream last night-
Twilight was standing on two legs outside some creepy house. She didn’t want to go inside, but yet, she felt compelled to. All the while, she heard little girls singing a jump rope song. It would take her a while to get over that song, because of how creepy it was.
“One, two, Freddy’s coming for you.
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, stay up late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again.”
It was just that in a loop. She walked up to the door and opened it, hearing it creak with every inch. She felt the wind blow across her hairless face. She walked in, hearing the door slam shut after she was fully inside. She let out a small scream from being startled. Then sighed in relief, realizing, “Phew, it’s just the door.” She looked at a stairway leading down. Like the house, she didn’t want to go down them, yet she felt compelled to. She went down the stairs and ended up in some boiler room. She walked slowly as to be cautious of her strange surroundings. She noticed a fireplace-looking thing light itself on its own. Once again, she was startled. Now creeped out thoroughly, she decided to head for the exit. She turned toward the stairway she had arrived in, only to find a figure standing before him. It was clearly male with a brown fedora, a burned face, brown pants, black shoes, a red & green striped sweater, and an old brown glove on his right hand with blades on his four fingers. Twilight was scared out of her mind. She turned around trying to escape, but found him there now too. He chuckled with a deep demonic voice. It was so demonic that any louder and he’d be confused for a death metal vocalist.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Twilight Sparkle.”