//------------------------------// // The Shinning // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// A young colt dressed in a yellow raincoat began to skip through the rain. The wetness bearly able to his coat trhough his thick jacket. Next to him was a little red balloon that he had bought with his own bits. Interestingly enough, this was also how he found his cutie mark. So excited was he at the little picture he was quickly making his way home to tell his parents. It was only a voice coming from a tree that disctracted him, “Hey, Balloon boy, come here.” “Yes?” the colt asked a little curious as he walked closer. Inside the tree, he could see a clown pony staring at him. He trembled a little was starting to run. “Oh, don’t run, I have a balloon...want one?” the clown asked. The little colt trembled and stepped closer. When he neared the tree, the clown immeaditally grabbed him and pulled him into the hole, laughing like a maniac. A pool of blood then began to form around the tree before forming the words Supernatural Pony Tales: Season 4 “Oh, thank you so much for coming here,” a stallion said as he walked with Dean and Sam through the hallway of the hotel. “Ever since I have become manager here, we have had something bad happen to every housekeeper here. We have had at least 10 murders, 5 ghost rapes, and at least 15 ponies gone mad.” “Why haven't you left or condemned this place yet?” asked Sam as he followed, using a special stone to look over spectral energy. The stallion sighed, “This place has been in my family for years. I cannot in good consecne get rid of it.” Dean rolled his eyes at this, “Right. We’ll clear this up. It’s what we do.” “Oh thank you. I knew we could count on the Celestia Intellengce Agency,” said the stallion as he walked off. “You wouldn’t think he would be fooled,” Sam said, looking towards where Dean was walking off. “Dean, where are you-” “We have an entire hotel to ourselves for the winter. I am going to scout out the booze and food!” Dean joked, walking away and leaving Sam to shake his head. Wednsday: Sam continued to walk down the long hallways of the hotel, his eyes never leaving the gem. As he walked down each hallway, he could feel the spirit energy getting strogner with each step and soon he paused as he looked at the door of one hallway. Standing there, were two little fillies with dead eyes. In unison, they said, “Come play with us, Sammy.” For a few brief moments, Sam looked confused at the ight. Then he shrugged, reached into his pack abd pulled out a baseball. Calmly, he threw the ball to the fillies and they happily skipped away, vanishing into the either. From below, Dean’s voice called out, “Sam!? Are you playing with little kid ghosts again?” “Maybe?” Sam yelled. “Is there something you want to talk about?” asked Dean. Sam lightly ruffled his hair, “Wish mom would give us a little sister.” Thursday. Dean stepped out from his room and walked down the hallway towards the elevator, wrapped in a bathrobe and with a towel by his side. There was a smile on his face as he talked to himself, “Man, I should really tell Sam how awesome that shower it. Shame that I-” Dean paused as he tured towards the elevator doors opening slowly. Once they had finished opening completely, his eyes opened wide at the oncoming wave, “OH SHI-” A few minutes later, Sam looked up to watch Dean walk across his path, covered in blood, “Dean, what happened to you!?” “The ghost don’t want me clean,” Dean grumbled as he walked away. Friday. Sam began to walk into the foyer, and came across an old typewriter. Curious, he walked up to it and began to read what was written, “All work and no play make Sam a dull boy?” he asked himself as he read the type as it was repeadited over and over again. His eye arched in a curious look, “I never wrote that!” Just before he could ask himself who was the culprit, he was tackled by a brown blur. The brown stallion then began to rub his hooves along his little brothers sides, tickling him, “Seriously little brother. You need to get out more!” Friday Dean grumbled as he walked to a bar stool and sat down, a frown on his face. Before him, a ghostly figure appeared, “Hey man, pour ya drink?” “Yeah,” Dean said, dropping a dollar bill. “Nope, your money is no good here,” the ghost said. Dean looked confused and raised a hoof, but then shrugged as he smiled, “Fine then, give me some of your best man. I am dying over here.” “One conditon,” said the ghost, smirking. “You go kill your little brother.” “What?” Dean asked a little shocked by this. “I mean, he is whiny and useless. Nothing more than a big, overbearing lug who can’t seem to get a message, and he-eeep!” he stopped himsef quickkly when he started to look down the wrong end of Dean’s crossbow. Trembling in fear, he held up his hooves. “Look, ghost,” Dean said, growling, “I haven't had a cold one since I got here. I am going into withdrawl, now give me the booze or I will blow your head off!” “Yes sir, just don’t hurt me!” the stallions said, pouring Dean a drink. Saturday Ghosts and spirits began to fly around Sam as he looked at a book. Every once in a while, he would look away from his book to bite into his cereal. When a ghost flew over his head and wailed in his ear, cursing his family for all time, he just nodded his head and went back to reading. Turning his head up he looked to the direction of hoofsteps and smiled as Dean approached, “Morning Dean.” “Morning Sam,” Dean said, calmly holding a burger on a plate as he sat down, “Ghosts?” “Yep,” Sam said, pouring out some apple jucie. Calmly he drank it and going back to eating the cereal. “Found anything?” Dean asked taking his seat. “Place was built on an ancient zebra burial ground about two hundred years ago,” Sam said, looking at the book. “No wonder we haven't found any rune or corpses,” Dean frowned, looking down at the burger. “You know, the ghosts aren’t that bad once you get to know them. I mean there are the problem ones like the female who turned into a decayed corpse when you kiss her.” “You didn’t,” Sam asked, only to looked shocked when Dean nodded, “She’s a corpse and was decayed!” “Still had a nice flank though,” Dean smirked. Sam grumbled when he shook his head, “Can’t be worse that time I walked in on this diamond dog ghost and his lover. It...wasn’t pretty.” Dean chuckled at this and shook his head, “Well, at least they can...” he paused when he looked at the food. Eyes open in shock and horror, he slowly got up from the table and began to walk away, “regrub regrub  regrub regrub regrub.” “Regrub?” Sam asked as he stood up and walekd to the plate. Backing up in shock and horror, he gasped, seeign that the tofu burger that Dean had made was rotten and disgusting. Smeared with gore and worms, it was unfit for consumption. Realizing just what had set Dean off, Sam ran towards his distant brother. After several momnts of chasing him through the hotel, Sam saw Dean walking towards the boiler room, “Dean wait. What are you doing?” “I am going to blow this house sky high!” Dean roared. “Bad enough to take away my beer, my bath, and a good time. But, the moment they aim for my burgers, that is when this place goes bye bye!” “Wait,” whispered the head ghost. “Is there any way we can ask you to spare us?” “Yes, we are sorry for all of the evil we did and the fun,” whispered another, looking down in sadness. “If there s anything we can do to make up for our deeds. We will do it.” “Well,” Dean said, looking to his younger brother. He never was one for kindness to monsters, preferring to let Sam handle it. Sam smiled and nodded, “I have an idea.” “So the ghosts have agreed to stop the killing and the evi haunting if-” Sam interrupted the manager as he walked to the cart, nodding, “You agree to let them run the place during Nightmare Night and have some fun. They even have some plans on helping to pay you for your troubles.” “Oh, thank you mr. Whinnychester, thank you,” the stallions said with a big grin before running off. Carmine smiled as she began to trot off, “You know, that was really easy.” “Eh, it’s ghosts,” Dean said, “They can be pretty easy when you know what you are doing. So, where next?” Sam looked down at a newspaper, “I heard there are some vampires in a place called Salem’s lot.” “Let’s roll,” Dean said wiht a smirk. Welcome back Wayward Sons...