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// Story: Slendershy 
// by the ghost 
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	It was a peaceful night at Sweet Apple Ace’s.  All the Apples had long gone to bed had long gone to bed.  Applejack slept peacefully in her own bed.  Although her blanket had fallen onto the floor.   Everyone even Granny Smith had gone to sleep.
Not even a mouse was moving in the entire house.

So peaceful. So quiet.  
So quiet that when the window opened up slowly, it echoed through out the house.   

A figure crawled through the window.  A pony with scars that ran up and down his muscular chest.  As if he had been impaled some time in the past.  

He crept up slowly towards the sleeping Applejack.   The floorboards creaking as he walked.  Applejack was sleeping too heavily to hear them 

Step by step he walked over to Applejacks bed.  

At last he arrived at the head of the bed.  

He pulled out a noose designed to strangle ponies.  She held it above Applejack's head.  

He longed to put it around her and pull on it.  Squeezing the life from Applejack.  His eyes were filled with rage.  His teeth were clenched.  He was trembling.  He was breathing softly.  

Then Applejack said something in her sleep that made him freeze.  And almost choke up.

“You’re finally home…...I thought I would never see you again…I thought you were mad at me....I love you.”  She rolled over in her sleep.  

The figure stood over her for a few moments longer.  Then he put his noose away.  Perhaps not tonight.  Perhaps tomorrow night.  He told himself.

He picked up the blanket and tucked her in tight.  He leaned over and gave her a kiss on her forehead. 

“Not tonight.  My little apple fritter.  Not tonight.”  He said with affection.

He walked over to the window, just as he had done for the last four hundred and thirty two nights, he climbed out the window, shutting it behind him, leaving no trace that anypony had been there.

Applejack slumbered on peacefully.  Unaware of her midnight visitor. 

And all was quiet at Sweet Apple Ace’s 




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In the G.U.L.L.'s truck there was a stallion.  He was tall, strongly built.  However he was tied up in chains.  Each one of his legs were chained to one side of the truck and he wore a re-enforced strait jacket.  He had been blindfolded and beaten but he had no broken bones.  He was just bruised, but not broken.

Still he knew this was the end for him.  He had no friends to save him.  No family that loved him.  He had relied on nopony, but himself and he failed.  

Outside of the truck he could hear the sound of a large knife being dragged across the ground.