There is no such thing as a gut feeling, not really. If you suddenly start to feel afraid for no apparent reason, it's very unlikely to be anything serious. But it doesn't make it feel any better does it?

Twilight is up burning the midnight oil again, when suddenly every sense she has tells her that something is terribly wrong. There can't be anything really wrong though, not in reality.
Can there?

A short experiment in atmospheric horror.
Featured in the Royal Canterlot Library on 26/04/19
Now featuring readings by ColonialPone here, and by MrSnarky here.

What does someone like Twilight Sparkle do when they need an editor for their writing?

Simple, they turn to magic instead.

A metafictional horror

Runner up in the Dreams contest for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group.
This was originally written in an hour. This version has received some slight refinement. A big thanks to all who preread in the contest.
CW: Description of a suicide, depiction of a murder

Moondancer's first party meant a lot more to her than just rekindling old friendships.

I adapted this story on YouTube into an audio version for Pride 2021. It can be found here.

No matter what anyone else says, Sweetie Belle knows that whatever that is in the mirror isn't her. That doesn't mean she can do anything about it.

An entry to the seventeenth Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Competition. Written in sixty minutes. Prompt was "Mirror" and genre was limited to horror. Presented here as is.

Now with a Russian translation, thanks to NovemberDragon, Randy1974, and Nuclear-pony-Jack. Find it here, here, and here.

When Ponyville's pegasi suddenly bolt from the skies, Fluttershy endeavors to uncover the reason why.

This story was written for the Barcast's Halloween in April story contest.

In the middle of the night, Rarity is awoken by a noise from downstairs.
But it's alright, because all she needs to do is quickly make sure everything's okay. Then she can go back to bed.
Then it'll be over.

Winner of the horror-themed 4^th Koren's Kontest for the My Little Story Contest writing group. Originally this was done in an hour and unedited. This version here has received some slight refinement. The prompt was 'Mirror'.

When Bon Bon and Lyra get to have a busy little getaway deep under the southern ocean, they think it'll be a lot of work and a good amount of alone time together. What they don't realize is that they're sharing this deep, dark section of the abyss with creatures that enjoy music, and now that they've heard Lyra, they don't want to let her leave...

Home alone for the first time is a ritual of passage for the young. It's all fun and games for one filly ... until night falls. Are those creaks the sounds of the house settling in or the stalking steps of something searching sustenance?

Rarity has an idea; a fantastic idea! If clothing accented with crystals could be made beautiful, clothes made entirely out of crystal would be even more beautiful!

When she began creating them and working on a way to make it happen, she found out the stones were singing to her. Her work beneath Canterlot became not just an exercise in visual beauty, but in sound! As her work continues and near fruition, she brings Sassy with her upon request to see the final product.

Sassy finds it unpleasant. As Rarity continues her work, Sassy begins to question it, and finds out it's not as innocent as she might think.

It has been a year since I last saw her when she appeared on my doorstep, strangeness in her eyes and a mumbling under her voice.

She asked for my help to investigate a peculiar object, which once held an odd ancient magic. But it's benign now, she said.

It's benign now.