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// Hit the Books 
// Story: Six Shooter 
// by Equimorto 
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"There once was a mare who lived in an old library, isolated from the city. Ponies would occasionally visit her, though most of the time they were scholars looking for some specific book a copy of which happened to be stored there. But usually she was alone, free to read all of her books in silence.
One autumn night, while she was cuddled up in the comfort of her bed, she was startled awake by a sound. The wind was howling and the rain was falling heavy against her window, and she had no way to tell whether the sound that she'd heard had come from outside or inside. It could have easily been a branch that had broken off of the nearby tree, but she decided to make sure that everything was alright downstairs.
She walked down the stairs, lighting her way with a candle, and when she got to the library she found a few books knocked out of their shelves. As she went to put them back in place, a few drops of water landed on her head, and she looked up to see one of the windows still opened. Thinking she'd left it like that accidentally before going to bed, she closed it and returned to her room.
The day after was as uneventful as usual, and she had plenty of time to read. But that night, she was once again awoken by a sound coming from the floor below. She went to check what had happened, and found that some books had again fallen from their positions. All windows were closed, she was sure of that, but she thought it might have been an animal that had gotten inside the previous night and decided not to think too much about it until morning came. As she was putting the books back in the right place, though, she realized they had fallen quite distant from the shelf they were supposed to be on, some even being on the opposite side of the building.
The next day she set out to look for any animal that might have been there, but despite her search she found none. She decided to lock all entrances and check one last time before going to bed, and she only went there once sure that she was alone. In the middle of the night, once again, a sound caused her to wake up, and this time she found piles of book that had been removed from their position. Worst, as she put them back into place she noticed some of those still on the shelves had been put in the wrong place.
When she woke up in the morning, she closed the library and went to the city, where she bought a series of traps to try to catch whatever was causing all of that. Upon returning, she almost screamed at what she saw. Every book was now on the ground, the shelves completely emptied out. The rest of her day was spent reorganizing the whole library and setting up the traps, but when the night came she decided to instead stay awake to try to catch the one behind all of that.
She stayed up all night, patrolling the library, but she found nothing. Still, not a single book fell out of place, so she was still rather happy at the lack of intrusions. When morning finally came, she opened the library and sat on her chair, grabbing the book she'd been reading in those past few days, but as soon as she opened it she froze in shock.
It wasn't the right book. She'd put it back in its place just the night before, and yet the one she'd grabbed from there was a different one. She lifted her gaze to scan the shelves, and with horror she realized that all the books had been rearranged in the wrong order without her noticing."
Twilight posed dramatically to accentuate the conclusion of her story.
"So was it a ghost? Or was she crazy? Oh, wait, maybe she was the ghost!" Pinkie said, bouncing around Twilight.
"That wasn't all that scary," Sweetie Belle whispered to Scootaloo.
"Well then," her sister replied, having heard her, "can I go next?"
"Sure thing," Rainbow said from up on the branch.