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// I'm Not Superstitious, I'm Just a little Stitious 
// Story: The Alley Outside of 7/11: An Anthology 
// by The Red Parade 
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“Do you believe in superstitions?”

Daring Do rolled her eyes at the question as she rifled through the chest in front of her. “Of course not.”

“Well, maybe you should.”

“Why’s that?” she asked without looking behind her.

“I mean, all of these ancients, they all seemed to believe in some form of spirits.”

Daring laughed. “Well, yeah, but most of them were completely wrong.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.”

Daring pulled out a dusty gold necklace, weighing it carefully in her hooves and taking out a magical detector, scanning it for any unseen curses or charms. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think every superstition starts somewhere.”

The detector beeped twice, signaling that no charms had been afflicted on the item. Daring placed it in her bag and stood up, adjusting her pith helmet. “Sure. They all started with some crazy guy with wild beliefs. I’m telling you, those old stories have no stock in them.”

“What about ghosts? Do you believe in ghosts?”

Daring laughed again, shifting the bag on her shoulder. “Why should I? Come on, now you’re just being silly.” She trotted towards the exit, laughing again. “Do I believe in ghosts. What a question! Come on, let’s get… out of here…” 

Daring froze abruptly, the hairs on her mane standing up. She slowly turned around and scanned the chamber she was in, finding it void of ponies except for herself. “What… who was I talking to?”