"So, how do y'all like them apples?" Applejack chuckled, giving her Stetson a twist.
"A fiddle possessed by a deranged unicorn?" Apple Bloom sneered at her sister. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Sometimes the scariest things can't live," Applejack told her. "Unicorn magic will sometimes leave you paranoid. You think the objects they're moving are watching your every move before they come out and get ya." Applejack clapped her forehooves, making Apple Bloom flinch.
"Eeyup." Big Mac nodded.
"And Fiddlesticks tells me," Applejack continued, "she's still haunted by the melody the fiddle played before it struck at her victims. She can still hear it play in her ears."
"Hey!" Apple Bloom gasped. "I think I hear it now."
"Hear what?" Applejack put a hoof to her ear.
"Someone's playing 'Apple in the Straw'!" Apple Bloom exclaimed.
"Come on, little sis," Applejack gulped. "Don't play games with me."
"Applejack?" Granny Smith warned her granddaughter. "I don't think she's makin' it up."
The four farm ponies sat motionless in the room, a scratchy fiddle playing the jiving melody. The family shrunk on their haunches, Granny Smith on her rocker, as the music came closer and closer until it sounded like it was being played right above the storm cellar.
"Don't panic," Applejack squeaked. "It'll stop playing soon."
The music stopped.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Applejack shrieked. Granny Smith climbed onto Big Mac's withers and he, Apple Bloom and Applejack galloped out of the storm cellar. They sprinted across their farm, past the hen huts until they reached their farmhouse. Applejack opened the door to let her sister, brother and grandmother inside before she slammed the door shut. The four then split up to their bedrooms to hide under the covers. Outside behind the storm cellar, two mares shrugged.
"Yeah, Tavi," one of them sighed, "you should stick to the cello."