My Little Monster House

by KidatHeart5


It Begins

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo slowly walked back to Sweet Apple Acres. Since Applejack and Big Mac went to deliver pies for a few days, Granny Smith was the only one to greet the fillies. “Girls!” she cried. “Where in the name of jumping junebugs have ya been? Don’t ya know how worried I was?”
Apple Bloom stayed silent until she was on the brink of tears. Barely containing her sobs, she ran upstairs to her bedroom. Granny Smith asked, “Huh. I wonder what’s the matter with her.” Scootaloo spoke, “Somepony…somepony…” She couldn’t bring herself to say ‘died’, so she said, “…got hurt saving Apple Bloom. She thinks it’s her fault for what happened to her saver.”
Granny Smith nodded in understanding and said, “Oh…What exactly happened to her?” Scootaloo explained solemnly, “You see, there’s this haunted house near here and we went to check it out. Apple Bloom…got stuck on the path leading to the house, but then this pink unicorn came out the door and saved her. She got Apple Bloom to safety, but one of the thorny vines got her in the neck. We don’t even know if she’s still alive or not.”
The elderly pony asked, “I’m truly sorry about what happened to that pony. Now about the haunted house…” After a long silence, she continued, “Let’s save that story for tonight. It’ll be a good one.” She winked, causing Scootaloo to be curious.

In her bedroom, Apple Bloom was fretting and fussing about the incident. She had thrown the key across the room, not wanting to be reminded of just how much the pony who saved her life had to give up for Apple Bloom. She remembered that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon saw the whole thing…and called her a murderer. She knew it wouldn’t be long before the police showed up to take her away. What would her family think of her if she went to jail? What about her sister?
Apple Bloom found this constant worrying to be exhausting. She thought, I can’t keep this up. I might as well grab some shut-eye to relax. She climbed into bed and softly hummed Applejack’s lullaby to herself. After a while, she was fast asleep.


The entire room had become red and the windows of the old house were lit in a chilling yellow. The door opened and out crept a shadow, which reached the bedroom. The shadow reconfigured into an eagle claw as it loomed over Apple Bloom. A moan could be heard when the claw readied to strike her. Just as soon as it dropped…
Apple Bloom woke up with a gasp. She looked around to see that it was now nighttime. She got out of her bed and looked out the window. She was sure the house was in the direction she was looking, so she went to her trunk and pulled out a telescope. She said to herself, “I might not get a cutie mark in astronomy, but I might as well use this for observing.” She set up the telescope near the window and adjusted it until she could see the house…or that strange flying object coming towards the lens.
She gave a cry as she ducked, unintentionally bumping the telescope and making it spin. A few moments later, she opened her eyes and saw a paper airplane on the floor. Curiously, she opened it, only to be chilled by what she read: ‘You are going to pay dearly for what you did to her.’ She knew that whoever, or whatever, sent the message wanted revenge, but a part of her wanted to believe that it was just a random note mistakenly blown in the wind. The next note was no mistake.
Another paper airplane flew in just as soon as Apple Bloom read the first one. She was hesitant to open it, but she gathered all of her courage to read what this new one said. Her pupils shrunk when she knew that the message was not random. It read, ‘Give me the key and I will forget the incident entirely.’ Apple Bloom knew that nopony else knew about the key but her, Scootaloo, and her rescuer. That left only one other witness: whatever was inside the old house.
Apple Bloom shakily looked through the telescope and saw the house all quiet in the hills where it laid. She suddenly had a feeling, a feeling that just wouldn’t go away. A feeling that somehow, someone in that house was watching her. She slowly backed away from the telescope to ease her anxiety until she felt something brush on her back!
“AAAHH!”
She turned to see Scootaloo, now all startled from her friend’s scream. “Geez, AB,” she said. “It’s only me. What’s got you so spooked?” AB gulped and whimpered in a scared tone, “These!” She showed the letters to Scootaloo, who, after reading them, became just as nervous as Apple Bloom.
She asked, “You don’t think we’re being haunted, do you?” Apple Bloom answered shakily, “I-I-I don’t know. It might be whoever’s in that house.” Scoots said in a voice stronger than moments before, “Well, whoever’s in there sure wants the key so badly. Too badly.” “What do ya reckon we do?” AB asked. Scoots then whispered the plan in her ears.
The Earth pony’s pupils shrunk again and she backed away from her friend, protesting, “Oh, no, no, no! I’m not going up there again, not after what happened.” The Pegasus argued, “Look, it wasn’t your fault you got stuck on the path. By the way, how did that happen?” Apple Bloom replied, “I don’t know. It was weird because none of the other stones were as sticky as the big one. Come to think of it, it wasn’t even sticky before I went on the…porch.”
The fillies then looked at each as if they had the same revelation. They both cried, “The house!” Scoots gasped, “So it is haunted! I knew it!” Apple Bloom asked in confusion, “But then what about the unicorn who saved my life? She was definitely not a ghost.” Scootaloo suggested, “Maybe she was kept prisoner until she freed herself to save you.”
Just then, they heard a voice call out, “Oh, gals? Do ya wanna hear Granny tell you a scary story?” Apple Bloom replied, “No thanks, Granny! Thanks for the offer, though!” Granny called up again, “Are ya sure? It’s about the house ya were making such a big fuss about!”
Both girls looked at each other as they knew that any information about the haunted house would be useful. Apple Bloom called down, “We’ll be right down!”


Scootaloo and Apple Bloom sat near Granny Smith’s rocking chair by the fire. Apple Bloom asked, “So what exactly is in that old house?” Scootaloo asked while making scary gestures, “Ghost? Zombies? Aliens from another world?” Granny Smith chuckled, “No, no, nothing like that. But I have heard rumors that there was a creature inside, a creature of unspeakable horror.”
Both fillies remained silent as the elderly pony continued, “They say that long ago, the house was built to keep the creature contained. This monster was very powerful and could bring massive destruction…or was it chaos? I can’t seem to remember. Anyway, its power could only reach a certain distance like, say, the front lawn. If the house ever got broken, the critter’s power would expand and cause misery to all who lived near it.”
Apple Bloom asked, “But what about the pony who saved me? She practically came out of the house when I was in trouble.” Scootaloo asked, “Yeah, was she a prisoner or something?” Granny Smith answered, “Well, I don’t know about that for sure, but I’d say that she was very lucky. I’ve heard that once ponies enter the house, they never come out.
Both fillies gasped until Granny smiled as she suggested, “Why don’t ya visit that pony if she’s well enough and ask her about the house?” Apple Bloom said, “But, Granny, I don’t even know if she’s still alive!” Her grandma said, “Well, ya never know unless ya find out.” She gave out a yawn before getting off her rocking chair and continuing, “Well, I think that’s enough talk for tonight, fillies. Time to hit the hay. Tomorrow’s Nightmare Night, ya know, so ya best get some shuteye.”
As soon as Granny Smith left the room, Scootaloo turned to Apple Bloom and said, “What do ya say, AB? Granny Smith said that we’d never know unless we find out. Let’s go back to the house and find out what’s going on.” Though very hesitant, Apple Bloom sighed, “All right, we’ll go. Besides, we can’t even visit the pony who saved my life since visiting hours have ended for the day.” Her face straightened and she continued in a determined tone, “We’ll go back for her…and to clear my name.”