It moves quietly through the snow, stalking Marble whenever she's alone. Her family doesn't believe her, but she knows a giant maw roams the snow-covered forests of the Rock Farm Woods.

And now, it's hungry. And Marble is the only one watching the farm...

8.5.2016: Enjoy the audio version complete with sound effects and eerie music by Sparrow9642! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rX5kQbUZUzY

---You might like this story if you also like:---
Action Horror
Clever Protagonists
Isolated Monster Attacks
The movie Tremors
Signs of Familial Love and Dedication
Perfect story for an MLP Creepypasta Audio Reading /)(^3^)(\

Other horror stories of mine you might like:
The Wishmaker: Megan's Descent
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/337009/the-wishmaker-megans-descent
The Thing at the Edge of Sleep
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/335108/the-thing-at-the-edge-of-sleep

Pinkie Pie thinks Flash Sentry might be a princess.

This seems worthy of a test.

Sugarcube Corner has been closed for a week and the only clue as to what is going on is a letter sent to Rainbow Dash.

This is my entry into The More Most Dangerous Game contest.

It's under the Cupcakes prompt but is NOT a retelling of Cupcakes.

Off the south and eastern shores of old Manehattan, there is an island where the sun never rises. An island where a sickly bluish light suffuses all the darkened air, where trance music rocks and pulses through the grandly sculpted cities like the pumping of the blood. An island to which Equestria is rapidly losing population, as well as influence.

What is this place, this land of Nocturne? And who- or what- is its mysterious ruler?

Applejack awakes to something calling in the night.

Discord and Princess Celestia have been dancing for some time now. Not everyone can see it. Not even Celestia can, truthfully.

But Discord does. He sees every move and every turn. And he's not certain he ever wants their dancing to stop. No matter how much it might hurt them both.

A broad, clear path runs through a deep wood on the far side of Ponyville.

No one goes there.

Four young colts want to know why.

There's an old book that's falling apart. Twilight wants to copy it down to preserve it. But it needs to be as accurate and precise as possible, to preserve the state of the original. That shouldn't be too hard. After all, it's not like the text will change whenever she looks away.

Right?

On the way home from a joyless Nightmare Night party, Twilight finds an old, abandoned covered wagon on the side of the road. A mysterious entity hiding inside begs her for a favor. Giving into her generous nature, she reluctantly agrees. However, she may find that this one good deed may be her last...

(3rd place winner of Equestria Daily's 2012 Nightmare Night horror fanfic contest; links to other finalist's stories included in "Author's Notes and Other Scary Tales")

The dreams started three months ago, maybe? He forgets. All he knows is that they continue. That they consume her every waking moment, that they erode her hold on life and on him. He fears the dreams Lyra has of the Nameless City, and he fears the light in her eye as she talks of it and it's shadowed inhabitants.