Sarrie was sitting quietly in the park across from Caramel Treat’s Sweets. After she was finished writing this tale for Equestria’s Dark Corners magazine of horror stories, she planned to eat there. The famous Werewolves, Caramel Treat and her mate Fangrin were well known to be among the best cooks in all of Equestria. In spite of that, their prices were quite reasonable.
Gripped in her lavender magic, her pen fairly flew across the pages! It was nearly dinner time! She could almost taste the Clover Steak with onion and mushroom sauce!
Muddy brown magic, matching his perpetually angry eyes, reached across her shoulder and snatched away the pages of her hard work!
Sarrie spun about, demanding, “Cortwrong, give that back! It is mine!”
Cortwrong sneered, “Not no more! I gots it! I gonna read this piece of crap you done write and then it go in the trash!”
Sarrie paused and said bitterly, “You will be sorry that you stole from me, Cortwrong!”
She gripped a pendant of dark, aged looking silver in her lavender magic and muttered under her breath, “By that which lurks in the darkness where even Luna goes not, by that which lives in silent rot, may what you see, happen to thee! Cortwrong’s black heart be stilled by this art”
The ugly reddish brown pony paused his reading, to condescend, “Oh, forgot that you pretend to witchcraft! I shakin’ in my ponyshoes!”
He went back to reading, snorting from time to time! When done, he wadded all of Sarrie’s story up and chucked it into the trash!
While he was occupied, Sarrie bucked him under the jaw, laying him out cold! She retrieved her crumpled, torn and soiled pages and crossed the cobbled street to the clipping sound of her hooves as she made her way to Caramel Treat’s.
Sighing, she sat while the usually palomino waitress Peanut Brittle, now green and in a witch costume, came to take her order.
Instead, she took in the situation at a glance and suggested, “We have Grumpy Goat here, doing glamor spells on our Nightmare Night cast. He is a wizard with documents. Pardon the pun, but he could fix your manuscript. It will be on the house.”
In only a few minutes, Peanut returned, accompanied by a goat skull floating in the air with no visible support. It had big fangs instead of a goat’s vegetation chompers and it had glowing, snake like eyes. Between the curled horns a candle burned bright and steady, in spite of a minor breeze.
Sarrie stared. “I was about to compliment you on your glamor spell. You do have some on the skull and they are lovely work but the rest, that is really you, isn’t it?”
The skull replied, “In the total lack of the flesh! Yep, this is me. I made a tiny mistake in calling up the Litch King, early on. It has been the best mistake that I ever made.”
He began to examine the pages. He drew an audible breath of admiration. “This is the latest Sarrie Grayhoof tale for Equestria’s Dark Corners? I am a fan of yours! It will be a privilege to straighten out your manuscript. Do you mind if I read it while I do?”
A bemused Sarrie muttered, “Be my guest. I was not looking forward to recopying it.”
A pair of ghostly goat hooves reached out and carefully began to straighten and smooth the pages. Stains vanished. Creases and tears healed to make whole, sound pages.
Muttering slightly, Grumpy read to the ending, “Whatever you do, don’t look . . .”
He was interrupted by a loud voice from the park across the street. “Quit following me!”
Looking up, Grumpy complimented, “Sarrie, that is really well cast! I love the shadows.”
Cortwrong yelled, “I said, get around where I can see you or I am gonna look anyway!”
Romaine, roving reporter for the Ponyville Prancer, already glamored for her part in Caramel Treat’s Nightmare Night cast, was snapping pictures as fast as she could!
Cortwrong gave a scream of mortal agony! He plunged to the earth of the park, his life’s blood spurting from his ripped out throat! His wide eyed head was ripped around to stare straight back behind him!