Aggression, it is the pure from of hostility towards another individual, and through means of words or action this hostility is released. Most can deal with it and live their lives without causing too much trouble. Others seek--or are forced to--council for this aggression, but what happens when all that aggression is constantly refueled by the same aggression?

It's Nightmare Night and what better way to celebrate it by telling dark stories by the campfire with the Lunar Goddess and an old friend of hers. Follow along with Spike and the elements as they listen to the new comer's Nightmare Tale.

Side Note: This is set a few months after the events of the Ponyville paint war, but it's not needed to read this story. Written for Nightmare Night.
I would like to thank Minette for the editing. Happy Nightmare Night!

Ponyville lay still and quite bodies scattered all across the ground. Silent overcomes the small town, a chillness overtakes, every breath held, and all laid fallen. All but three...

Okay so this is just a quick little one-shot written for the Writer's Weekly Challenge from the Talkative Friends group. Feel free to point out any mistakes that (most likely) in the story. See you guys later!