Clop clop, clop clop...
"What the..." You mutter, as you proceed to get up off of your chair in your room.
You have been spending the night watching an MLP marathon on YouTube, when you heard these strange sounds coming from your front porch. You assumed it was your dog, as you had just recently let him outside to do his business. However, you remember that you just let him back in a few minutes ago.
Slowly, you slink down the stairs into the main living room. You see your dog, staring out the window, not moving. You creep up behind him, and look out the window as well. Nothing but darkness. You sigh in relief, and plop yourself down on the couch. Due to major curiosity, you decide to stay there until the clopping is heard again. Bad idea. All of a sudden, your dog springs to his paws and sprints towards the kitchen window, barking furiously. You look to the window just in time to see a large dark figure run across. You gasp, reeling from what you had just saw.
It could have been a bear, but it looked much too big. It could have been a moose, but moose didn't live in your country. You had no idea what that thing was. Then, you hear the clopping again, this time, at your back porch.
Clop clop, clop clop...
You immediately rush to the back door, and fling it open, but not without grabbing a flashlight first. You turn the flashlight on, and look around. The creature is no where to be found. Whatever it was, it left in a hurry. Examining the deck, you see imprints of hooves on the boards.
It's a... horse?
As if responding to your statement, the mysterious figure reappears, this time behind you. You feel your hairs stand on end as an eerie high pitched giggling is heard behind you. You turn around, flashing the light at whatever was there. There was nothing.
Without hesitation, you quickly run inside, locking the doors, and closing the blinds. You grab your dog, and run downstairs into the basement. You grab your shotgun, which is leaning up against the wall, and aiming it at the door. Your trigger finger itching, you wait for the door to bust open, so you can pop a cap in whatever this thing is.
Five minutes of waiting, ten minutes, twenty minutes, and still no sign of the creature. You sigh, and lean up against the wall, putting your gun beside you. You think this thing is finally gone...
Clop clop, clop clop...
The clopping is coming from the basement door. The creature is inside of your house, and it's knocking on your basement door. You grab your gun and slowly walk towards the stairs. You reach for the doorknob and slowly turn it... and fling the door open, firing two rounds at whatever is there.
Once again, nothing is there. You roar in frustration, unable to take this torture any longer. Suddenly, you hear shuffling coming from behind you. Your hair stands on end again, as more giggling is heard. You refuse to turn around, afraid as to what you might see. Then again, it'll probably be nothing, just like the previous times. Hesitantly, you turn around... and standing at the base of the stairs... is Nightmare Moon.
You drop your shotgun in shock, and open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. Your mind is racing with questions, such as... WHY THE FU*K IS THERE A MAGICAL PONY IN MY FUC*ING HOUSE???!!!
Nightmare Moon smirks at you, and charges up the stairs towards you. Thanks to quick reflexes, you jump up the last stair to the living room, and you slam the door shut behind you. You hear a thud as she slams against the wood. Knowing that wouldn't hold her back for very long, you rush out the front door, and run down the driveway and through the forest, hoping to get to your town.
You quickly realize you forgot to bring your flashlight. And because of this, you trip over a tree stump, smashing your knee on the hard ground. You yelp in pain, and grab your knee. Rustling is heard in the nearby bushes, urging you to get up, despite the burning pain you are enduring. Unable to run, you limp through the forest, emerging on the other side. You smile, seeing the not so distant lights of your little town. You make one last dash towards the town, ignoring the sizzling pain in your leg.
You hear a loud screech, and turn around. Charging out of the forest, comes an enraged Nightmare Moon. You gasp in shock, and continue sprinting towards the town. Picking up rocks on the way, you hurl them behind you to try and stop your pursuer.
Almost there... You think to yourself when you see the police station on the outskirts of the town. Nightmare Moon is quickly gaining on you. She'll be on you in a matter of seconds. You have one last chance to reach safety. Closing your eyes tightly, you gain even more speed, and dive through the glass of the building. Nightmare Moon skids to a stop, roaring in frustration. She turns around, and flies into the starry sky, vanishing from your sight.
You stare at the sky for a while, before breaking into laughter. You roll around on the floor laughing your head off. You have no idea why you are laughing, but it feels good to release all your tension.
After a few minutes of rolling on the floor, you get up, and walk towards the front desk of the police station. The secretary, for some reason, has not noticed your existence yet. You walk up to her, and nudge her shoulder. Her head falls limply to the side. Concerned, you turn her chair around, and scream in horror. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she had a faint smile on her face, tiny droplets of blood dripping down the corners of her mouth. She's obviously dead, as she won't seem to move no matter what you do.
You feel a few tears drip down your cheek as you stare at the secretary's dead body. A faint giggling brings you back to reality.
No...
Shaking, you turn around towards the door. Standing there, was Nightmare Moon. You shake your head, and slide down the desk, putting your head in your lap, and sobbing. You hear the sound of hoof steps coming closer to you, and then everything goes black.
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You wake up in your bed, and rub your eyes. You breathe a sigh of relief when you remember what happened last night.
It was just a dream... thank God...
You try to get up out of your bed, but fall back down when a sharp blast of pain arises in your knee.
What? But... this happened in the dream! Did I sleepwalk? That's your immediate thought. You then realize that the "dream" was not a dream, as you hear high pitched giggling coming from your closet.