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.

After an expedition into the Everfree Forest ends in disaster, Applejack and Rainbow Dash take refuge in an abandoned cabin until morning.

This is probably a poor decision, but it's only one night, after all. How bad could it be?

Every so often, a storm comes along that even the Pegasi can't control. Best they can do is warn everypony to bunker down and ride it out. Equestria hasn't seen a blizzard this bad in over half a century. AJ and Big Mac were out when the first winds hit, so Applebloom's stuck with Granny Smith in the farmhouse.

But ol' Granny remembers, she tells Applebloom. She remembers the last blizzard, and what came with it. Can't help but wonder if they'll stop by again.

This story is a sequel to The Deep

Down there in the darkness, centuries of evil
And his arms will take you deeper and deeper
God lives underwater, we all seek his kingdom
And you feel his embrace, sweeter and sweeter

For more than a month now, Rarity has been bedridden, stuck in a seemingly endless nightmare-filled sleep. Despite warnings from both Celestia, Luna and Discord, she conspires to travel to the Saddle Arabian mountains in search of answers and, hopefully, a cure.

But what she doesn't know is that these answers could lead her to a horror beyond her wildest imagination.

Sequel to my first ever horror fic, The Deep. Prior reading recommended, but not required.

Inspired by the Candlemass song of the same name and, of course, the works of H.P Lovecraft.

Oh, ye great mysterious - Thousand leagues of blue
No one knows which mysteries are hidden
Beneath your surface

Your awful stirrings seem to speak of some
hidden soul beneath

- Ahab: The Pacific

The ocean holds many secrets, hidden away in the deepest expansion, far away from prying pony eyes. With Rarity becoming a reluctant explorer, whisked away in a magical bubble that plunges her beneath the waves, not even in her wildest nightmares could she imagine what awaits her all the way down there...

Inspired by the works of H.P Lovecraft and the Funeral Doom Metal album: "Call of the Wretched Sea" by Ahab.

Now with an audio reading by Illya Leonov: https://youtu.be/-ZkgeyAmsn0

Twilight was never one to break the rules, but she has an unexpected experience when she enters...the door.

A short fic written for Halloween in the spirit of the season. :)

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.

One day, Twilight finds a stallion staring at a hole in the wall. He seems strangely fascinated with it.

One day, Rarity forgets to turn the faucet off.

Then, everypony else begins forgetting things.

How do you care for someone who can only try to harm you? How much do you let yourself change when all you want is for things to go back to the way they were? Where is the line between devotion and obsession? What do you do when your closest friend becomes a monster?

Spike doesn't know.
But he tries.

Now with a sequel.