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// The Story 
// Story: Creepy Doll 
// by ApologeticTrixie 
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In the town of Ponyville
On the outskirts of Ponyville
There is a forest
The residents call
The Everfree Forest

Some of the ponies only say “it bores us”
While some are frightened out of their mind
But others that enter
When they look behind
They are never seen again

But in that fateful forest
There is a zebra
Who lives in a whimsical tree
Zecora, this zebra is named
But residents believe if Zecora is spoken
They must be shamed

But that was before
A magical unicorn
And a young filly
Changed their minds

Zecora, as this zebra was named
And those who spoke were never shamed
Zecora, this friendly zebra
Was a very special zebra
Her whimsical mind
And whimsical ways
Were only to cheer up those dark and lonely days

But one night
When the tree was dark
And Zecora was alone
There was a noise upstairs
She went upstairs to take a look

At the top of the stairs there was a door
So Zecora took a deep breath and tried it
And her magical light
Showed her something moving
Just beyond the door

There was a tattered dress
And a feeling she had felt somewhere before

And there was a creepy doll
That will always follow her
It’s eyes were big and wide
one eye was ruined
And dyed
The dyed eye was  crimsoned
To a very dark colored red

And the creepy doll
That will follow her
It’s mouth was pretty
But wide open
Zecora spoke
Her words awoke

“Have my eyes deceive
A doll I have never believe”

She felt her hooves tugging her out the door
And  trying to leave the bloodstained floor
Then the doll turned its head
And Zecora gasped
A low and dark gasp
That almost made her rasp

She closed the door
And told herself it was just a dream
“Do not deceive yourself”
Is what she said to herself

She told her unbelieving head
That it was just a dream
“You were daydreaming”
Is what she said
“My vision is blurring”

In the morning
She headed to town
To go antiquing
When she entered the store
There was a strange old colt
With a wandering eye
And a withered hoof

When he handed her a wooden box
She could hear his old bones creaking
And she realized just what she would find inside
The moment that she sees
Her own name carved into the tarnished silver key

And there’s the creepy doll
That will always follow her
It’s ruined eye was always open

And there’s the creepy doll
That will follow her
It’s pretty mouth was still open

When she came home late
The doll had await
Her return
Then she realized the doll was nocturne

And when she fixed a snack
The doll said it would like some too

The doll is in her house
And in her room
And in her bed

The doll is in her eyes
And in her hooves
And in her head

Zecora spoke again
“Have I gone mad?
This doll is making me sad
It may cause my death
And take away my last breath!”

“And what about that old colt?
I have a feeling he’ll be back with a jolt
He may be old, but I must still behold.
He will return
Possibly when I burn.”

Now at the late of night
When the Lunar princess’ Moon is bright
Oh it was brighter than Celestia’s broad daylight
She headed downstairs
Because she just can’t sleep
In that haunted upstairs

She decided to make some tea
And do her housekeep
And the doll was there

It disapprovingly asked
“Do you really need that much honey?”
That was when Zecora decided that she’d had enough

She locked the doll in the wooden box
The one the  colt had given her
She decided to put the box aflame
Until it became
Untamed

She put the box in the fireplace
Next to her bag of magical items
And  supernatural emblems
She knew she had to make all these phantoms
Disappear
Unless she happened to mishear

As the smoke filled up the tiny room
The dark gray smoke swirled
And made up Zecora’s one and only dream world
It curled and whirled until it spelled a single word
The word that bolstered and bothered her to the worse
It made her want to undo the curse
And go back in reverse

The worry filled her chest
And made her feel like a pest
She fell in her hoof rest and watched the word unfurl
Zecora the word spelled
And made her compel

There was nothing she could do
Even though she wanted to alter that mistake
And gave her heart an earthquake

Far too late she realized the one in the box was her

And that’s the creepy doll
That always followed her
It had a ruined eye
That’s always open

And that’s a creepy doll
That always followed her
It had a pretty mouth
To swallow
Her whole

And as she began to fade
The old colt watched outside
Digging her a grave
He’d known
Exactly what would happen

And how
He’d known the doll
Was a voodoo doll

But he’d thought Zecora was wise
And had known
And wouldn’t despise
Being alone

Locked up with a creepy doll





Dear Princess Celestia,
I visited the Everfree Forest today and Zecora wasn’t there. No one was there. I was hoping you might know where they could have gone. Nothing was there and the tree she lived in was burnt down.  There was no clue at all. I am very worried, Princess Celestia! There was no sign of attack only ashes, ashes, and more ashes.. There wasn’t even a letter! Apple Bloom and I are going to go visit again soon. Next time we both have the time we are both going in the Everfree forest to check it out again.
. . . .  . . . . . . . . ..  ..  . . . . . . .. .  .. . . . . .                                     Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle