//------------------------------//
// The Begings 
// Story: Those Nights 
// by lunasroyalguard4life3 
//------------------------------//

  Dear Journal

So you are going to be my story teller you little, red, and worn out book, well I can only see people in my predicament to read this but oh well maybe when I give this to the guard they will send it to some stupid, high budget mainstream company that will do anything for some bits. Well I got a week to tell you my glorious, dark, and twisted story I guess well begin when this all started, on that one fateful night.

It was two weeks ago when me, my wife, and my son moved from Manehatten to Ponyville we were moving our beds, tables, and some furniture into our new house when some kids came by and said hello they called themselves the Cutiemak Crusaders or something of that nature. My son asked if he could go and play with them I saw no harm in the matter so I agreed. We were done with most of the unpacking, we got our beds set up and the table it was around 3 o`clock in the afternoon and my son was still out playing with those 3 other fillies I was just happy he made some friends hopefully, we left Manehatten because he was getting picked on by other kids to the point were I caught him with a razor about to cut his front leg, I stopped him, got him into a hug, and told him to never do that again we cried there together for awhile. So now every night I talk to him like a guys night out but in his room talking, and playing with his toys. So I sat down in my chair with my wife sitting next to me, we talked about what color we should paint the house and the same with the walls and stuff like that when out of the blue I heard a knock on our door, I look to my wife and asked who could that be? So me and my wife get up and go over to the door I don`t know why but I felt an urge not to open the door but my curiosity got the better of me so I opened the door and saw a pink little pony, with frazzled hot pink hair, and blue eyes that they seemed to be popping out of her head with pure joy and happiness like nothing in the world was wrong. Hello my name is Pinkie Pie and I`am here to greet you to Ponyville said the bouncing Pinkie Pie, me and my wife smiled friendly and greeted the pony back, she came in our new house and we talked she wanted to throw some welcome to Ponyville party, but we said no we did`t want to take up her time she agreed but after what felt like an eternity of other party ideas she had like a already married party, or a you had a boy party. Then she left around 4:30 left me and my wife to relax and so my son came home, we ate dinner and he talked about how they tried to find their cutiemarks in stuff like potion making, mountain climbing, and other out of this world things, and it was a normal dinner so we all went to Sugarcube conner and got some cupcakes for a snack my son got a normal chocolate cupcake, with white frosting, and rainbow jimmies. My wife got a strew berry cupcake, with chocolate frosting.I let the Cakes I think they were called surprise me and they did they gave me a chocolate and vanilla cupcake, with rainbow frosting, and chocolate jimmies. 

We got back home around 8 o`clock and decided it was time for bed I went to my sons room and we talked he kept going on and on about his day with his new friends and others he met like a boy named Button Mash, or a girl that he thought looked cute named Archer, and so many others that I forgot their names and he seemed to be having a live kids his age should have. So I gave him a hug, told him I love him, and I tucked him in and said good night. Me and my wife sat at the dinner table talking about how when we finish unpacking tomorrow, and she`ll go to that dress store we saw and ask for a dress the name was something fancy the butice carisel or something like that, we must have talked for at least two hours when we heard another knock on the door we got up, and I had that weird urge again not to open it but I put those urges away and opened it. What happened next was something that started my downfall as a sane, and decent pony.

I saw a wooden baseball bat get swung at my head and I collapsed instantly and I blacked out a couple of times but when I came to realize what was happening, I tried to tell my wife to get out but it was to late she was on the ground tied up, and on the ground then I see something I hopped I would`t see at that point in time my son was in the middle of the hall way standing there seeing his mother tied up on the ground and me his father on the ground next to her with some blood coming out of my head leaking down my face I could only tell by the warm sensation of a liquid, warm, substance crawling down my face. I looked at him and saw the look of pure terror on his face, one of the stallions looked up and saw him he decided to do what was needed. The other stallion with the baseball bat hit me again and I blacked out, and when I woke up a couple hours later I saw my house was a wreck everything that was worth money was gone and then I saw my wife she was on the ground she looked okay I shook her a couple of times to see if she was okay, and if they hurt her but she did`t respond I shook her again no response I turned her over and that`s when I saw the dry, crimson blood on the floor, in her coat, everywhere the dry blood came from her neck. After seeing that I looked for my son and could`t find him anywhere then I saw something outside once I saw I broke down everything in my body stopped functioning except my eyes I could`t do anything but stare at the lifeless body that hung from a tree just outside our house. there was a sign nailed to my sons dead body WELCOME TO PONYVILLE.

Just to think little journal this is how it all starts and you get to read it don`t think I see you, yes you the person in front of their computer screen reading the story. You maybe reading about me but I`m always watching you and there`s nothing you can do to stop me from watching you I hope you enjoy the rest of this dark and crappy story because I know deep down you want to do those things the stallions did to my family deep down that`s what you want to do you want to hurt, rape, and kill but you are afraid of how society will see you, and how your family will well that`s why your reading this to try and live that dream through the eyes of someone else. So tell me who`s the real crazy one here tell me in those things you call comments that are really vents to let out your frustration or joy so you wont let them out on people you know or would find your conversation boring.