The book was empty. Purely empty. Each page was as blank as the last. There were no words; there was no title. There was nothing but page after page of blank, white paper.

So Twilight reads it.

Last night tending bar at a small restaurant at the western-most tip of Equestria before the tourist season truly ends. It's Nightmare Night, and there is a peculiar guest coming.

Writing prompt thing for a writing group. 1-2k words +- whatever. Topic selected by vote. The point is to write. Input is welcomed. Grammar is probably bad.