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// Nightmare 
// Story: Our Little Horror Story 
// by Helblade Master 
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Scootaloo sat at the edge of her bed staring at the door to her room. She could hear heavy footsteps and the sound of doors creeking. Every so often a small bear would scuttle across the floor in a quick attempt to reach Scootaloo. Her bedroom door was wide open and she could see right out into the hall. There were no lights just white dots moving from room to room looking for something. One pair approached her door and peered in. Scootaloo's lamp lit up the face to reveal the mangled face of an animatronic, with sharp teeth and claws. There was constant heavy breathing echoing through the room. Her heart raced as the animatronic began to walk towards her, she was frozen by fear. It got closer and closer until it was right over her, staring down at her. Then it grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up. Then made a terrifying, blood curdling screech. Suddenly she was awake. The nightmare was over. She never wanted to relive it ever again. But she did, night after night an animatronic entered her room and screeched at her. Each time the dreams feeling longer and longer. When one day they stopped, the day that Twilight Sparkle died.