The Pony of the Opera

by kiplingAJ


One

The current managers of the Canterlot Opera, Flim and Flam resigned because they wanted to make a buisness of apple cider. So La Fluttershy decided to write a speech about their resignation after tonight's performance, instead of reading it in front of mares and colts. As she was writing, a group of mares suddenly entered the room screaming their skulls out.

"The ghost! The ghost! I've seen it!"

The dancers were shocked. They started to mumble and look terrified, but La Fluttershy wasn't, which was a very rare occasion.

"How does it look like?" La Fluttershy asked.

"He wore a white mask and he looked very ugly." A mare named Derpy said.

"He's gray, you can only hear him but we really saw him!" Lyra said punching herself with hands, I mean hooves. La Fluttershy turned pale. This can't be right?

"He's really UGLY." A voice in the corner came, it was Twilight Sparkle, the daughter of the box five usher Twilight Velvet.

"Time Turner should really keep quiet," Twilight said with a calm voice. "The ghost will punish him and that's for sure!"

"Tell us more about the ghost!" They started gathering over her, forcing her to tell more about the ghost. They even swore
not to tell or even giggle.

"I swore not to tell." Twilight pleaded.

"Tell us." Vinyl Scratch said forcingly.

"Yeah."

"Alright," Everypony shushed down as Twilight is about to talk. "My mother is the usher of box five and ahe tells me that he wants it for himself. He leaves gems and bits for mom when she has done her job well. She described him having a half-masked face and a red cape and had green eyes with a purple aura. You know Time Turner? Oh he just keeps telling everyone all about the ghost. He should really keep quiet because he will get misfotunes"

"What a silly tall tale Twily." La Fluttershy said as she continued writing, but deep inside she was afraid.

"I should've kept my mouth shut." Twilight burst into tears.

Fleur Dis Lee entered the room with a worried face. La Fluttershy turned and saw her.

"What's wrong Fleur?"

"Dr. Hooves, he's..."

"He's what" Everyone in the room asked in unison.

"Dead."