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// Journal Entry 8 
// Story: Rumour Has It 
// by daOtterGuy 
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Dear, Mum

It’s just me left. Spit’s gone. Got taken by the shadows just a while ago. He looked peaceful as the monster devoured him. I’m almost jealous of how unafraid he looked in his final moments. Especially since now, I’m the last pony here. 

A small bit of oil is left in the lantern. The candles went out shortly after I lost Spit. The glow is so weak now. I can feel that thing pacing about the edges of the light. Biding its time until it can grab me too. Its red eyes leer at my back as I write down my thoughts. My potentially final thoughts. I can hear the clacking of its beak and gnashing of its teeth as I huddle up against Guiding’s desk, hoping for some miracle to save me at the last moment.

I don’t think I’m gonna make it, Mum. I just don’t see how I can get out of this. I’m trapped. I know it. The monster knows it. At this point, I’m just putting off the inevitable out of spite. 

The lantern oil is almost gone. The monster is looking really excited, practically jumping in place now that it's so close to its final prey. I’m feeling numb to the whole thing now that it’s so close to the end. Hard to be afraid of death when there’s no way out. Comforting in the wrong sort of way.  

But I don’t want to die. I want to finish my apprenticeship with Hemline and go back to Canterlot. I want Spit to come back so I don’t feel so alone. I want to wake up from this horrible nightmare and have hay cakes again. I shouldn’t have left. It shouldn’t have mattered how much it hurt to live in the same town you had died in. Dealing with that is better than this. 

Who am I kidding? I’m scared. I’m so scared. I want to see you again, Mum. I want to hug you again. I don’t want to be here anymore. Please, someone, save me! Anyone! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t—