The explosion had gone off far to the south of the village's eastern edge, in the blink of an eye most ponies had already died. What was once considered a beautiful city by all who visited, was now a smoldering wreck of ash. Replaced by a large dark hole at least a few stories deep, the village's center was now the definition of horror.
I found a strange note on my door today. It said: "I'm watching you. Be afraid." It scared the heck out of me so much I didn't leave the house all day. Later, I remembered, I'm the one who wrote it.