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// Chapter 5 
// Story: The Journal of Zombie Stitch 
// by Zombie-Stitch 
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((Important author note, read first: The last entry of this upload will contain some rather graphic content, yet it is an exception from the average. I didn't want to raise the age groop in general for a single entry yet, but if I get one single comment or private message about it, I will do so. Please contact me before you report.))


It took me a few days to convince our new guest out of the room.
He still hasn't said a word. After what I saw of him so far, I assume he is mute. He was terribly frightened of both Half Wing and Fluffy. Getting this groop together in peace took me almost the entire day. Once I got both Fluffy and our guest confident again, we tried to start a kind of conversation. It was rather difficult. It looked like he isn't able to read. So well pointing at words in a book didn't work. The next try was hoof signals. Didn't work either. As it seems, nopony ever tought him. Half Wing started a guessing contest.
Well, it worked... at least a little. As it turns out, he lived in Everfree even longer than I do. Then there was something about his parents and something about a sister. He must have lost them. When I asked about his parents, he made the same move at his throat as he did when I asked what happened to him. When we came to guess for his name he pointed to his cutiemark, showing two music notes, and to his violin. Half Wing threw a load of silly names. Our guest kept shaking his head. I'm not sure if it actually is his name or if he was just tired of Half Wings behaviour but he nodded at the name of “Fiddle”.
As it seems Fiddle will stay at least for a while. I hope Fiddle and Half Wing will get along well. And I need to find a better way to communicate with Fiddle. Perhaps Nana Zecora knows at least a few hoof signs we can teach Fiddle so he can express himself properly.
And maybe he would play his violin sooner or later for us to. It feels like an eternity since I heared music the last time.

Just a day later. No Nana Zecora doesn't know any hoof signals. We have to come up with something on our own.

Tonight I was awoken by a sweet sound. Something I havn't heared in such a long time. It came from outside, from the roof to be precise. At first I tried to climb out the window but that was of no sense. Then teleportation. I just put a gangrenous spot on the floor. Then well, I remembered I could use a levitation spell. I levitates myself out the window and onto the roof. I didn't even know that was possible until then.
To get to the point. I found Fiddle on the roof, playing his violin. I remembered the song, tho I can't recall from where. Must have been an early childhood memory. Fiddle broke a note when he noticed me. I told him not to stop. By now I don't know why he played all alone in the cold ontop of the roof and how he even got there. I froze terribly but it was worth it. At least I know how Fiddle got down the roof. He just jumped. He jumped off the roof without taking a scratch. I had to let him back in and... slept in one bed with him. Just to warm up faster. We both were freezing.

//The next entry is written with a badly shaking hoof.//

I just had a panic attack.
I... It's.... I needed to take a deep breath. I'm used to hear the screams of the dead elite guards when i'm alone but tonight it was different.
I actually dreamed. At least I think it was a dream, maybe it was a memory.
I was a little filly back in canterlot. It was a hot summer day. All the colors were so intense, that they hurt my eyes. I remember there was Twilight Sparkle. We were outside on a terrace of the castle. The moment was quite jolly. Then there was this winged shadow and suddenly there were a lot of running ponies around. Students, guards, fillies, colts, mares, stallions. They came out of nowhere, running from one side to another. I lost Twilight emedietly in the crowd. Then I saw these polished armors. Pale ponies wore them. They scuffed through the crowd with their heads down and ears flat. They looked like they were on their way to their execution.
The next thing I remember Is that they were fighting this shadow and they wanted to escape, but I kept them there. I blocked their way out with my magic. They tried to escape the other way. I just yelled: “Keep going! Don't you dare to run! Flee and you won't live!” Am I really like that?
I kept them going twards the shadow. More and more and more and more and...
When they were thrown back they... peeled, but I kept driving them foreward. There was barely anything left of them. There were these halfed hourglasses and the sand of them rained down on their remains. It looked like the sand incinerated them. It made them stand up over and over until the shadow finally varnished and... there was nothing left of inside the armors. I bounced up and down happiely. “I made it I made it!” And turned till I saw the window. There was Twilight Sparkle. Her look was filled with fear. I called over to her: “Look Twilight, I did it!” and she screamed back at me: “You killed them!”
Completly confused, I looked down on me. I was covered in blood and... body remains... I slowly turned around to look at the scenery. It looked like... there were bone piles, armor parts and... they… the end.... and... 
It looked like somepony would have taken living ponies and grinded them over the ground until there was nothing left of them. “I killed them?” I'm not sure who I asked, but a dozend voices answered: “Yes master.” Everything started turning. There were these guard again, all around me but like the way I made Fluffy, but with flesh for stuffing and rough seams and... I still smell it and taste it and.... Then the screaming started. And it didn't stop and got louder. Everything turned so fast, my head was painfully shaking.
I woke up screaming.
It was the middle of the night. I must have been so loud, the entire house woke up. Fluffy needed to hold me down and Half Wing stuffed a leaf of the loughing hans down my throat... It calmed me somehow and ended the horrible cough attack.
Oh dear, they were all so caring. Fiddle even played a soft tune to calm my nerves. I told them I was alright again and they could to back to sleep. Now i'm writing this here in the light of my horn. And at least here I should be honest. I still hear the screaming and I feel the hot moisture on my skin. And then... Have you ever felt it, when somepony was watching you from behind? The feeling of a sight resting on you? I feel a dozend pair of eyes watching me. I feel their presences...
I feel haunted... 
I won't be able to fall asleep again tonight.