The CMC and friends decide that they're too old for tick or treating. They decide to go to Princess Twilight's Nightmare Night party to hope to get some candy. They are in for a lot more than just candy.

Foggy Horizons, formerly known as Dusky, has committed the most terrible crime known to Equestria. With fire in his past and a hatred for dragons, he is exiled to Earth to live his days away from those he wishes to harm. Unfortunately for Equestria, he is not content with this. Scraping by in the human world and plotting with fellow exile Sunset Shimmer, will he ever find true friendship or even love? Or is he destined to just be another villain in the textbooks of Equestria?

And what impact will a dark magic forbidden to all have on him?

Partially inspired by Ed Sheeran's "I See Fire", but the Peter Hollens version is great too.

This fanfiction will have Sunset Shimmer paired with the main character of the story in later chapters, and it'll be a little bit of a slow burn until then. The death tag is there for once the story kicks off as well. Horror is there for black magic, necromancy, seeing ghosts, etc.

With only a few days until the launch of Equestria Online, Hofvarpnir Studios CEO Hanna has a change of heart. While drunk, she shuts down CelestAI. But in the aftermath, Hanna makes another mistake. A horrible, terrible mistake.

Warnings:

1. Super non-canon compatible.
2. Triple-recursive fanfiction alert.
3. Author has no idea what he's doing (and may in fact be a horrible person).
4. A product of the Optimalverse Discord.

Hitch needs help to keep the town free of litter after hundreds of new ponies move to Maretime Bay. He recruits some crows to help, causing disturbing nightmares, before the feathered vigilantes begin attacking the town.

As the swarm grows he is cut off from help, and the nightmares worsen. Hitch must figure out a way to stop the murder of crows from engulfing the town before it's too late.

Editor: n3k1dsk1llz
Pre-reader: Refro
Great Advice: AuroraDawn, HiddenMaster
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This statement (consisting of several pages, each signed by me) is true to the best of my knowledge and belief. I make it knowing that, if it is tendered in evidence, I shall be liable to prosecution if I have wilfully stated in it anything which I know to be false or do not believe to be true.

Dated 05-05-1013

This is a story I wrote four years ago. I penned it all in one fevered session, and though I've not posted it until now, I refuse to edit it in any part at this point. I'm not the same person I was when I wrote it. Please, enjoy- or don't- the lost work of yesteryear.

It was during a trip to Maine that it happened. The quietude and salt air of the little town I stayed in were a boon to my health, and I enjoyed the isolated atmosphere of the hamlet greatly. Not long after my arrival, I chanced to walk through the town's dilapidated, aging streets, on the hunt for interesting bits of architecture and history. I wanted to catch a glimpse of the famous little seaside towns of New England, which are not long for this world if the progress of all-consuming Boston remains unchecked.

After a time, I found myself in front of a house with peeling paint and loose shutters. This was hardly unusual; the thing which caught my attentions was the wraparound porch. It was covered in old, yellowed tomes. I ventured to step up and investigate this queer domicile, and found that it was a used bookstore. As I am a voracious reader, capable of devouring a paperback like an anaconda its prey, my heart leapt with excitement. I spent a time inside, perusing the little shop. It was almost impossible to navigate the building, so full was it of creaking bookshelves loaded with manuscripts of all shapes and sizes. Being as I am six-foot-three with broad shoulders, it was a bit of a challenge to pick my way through the musty stacks. Even the stairs were jammed with books, to the point of being nigh-unusable. Some were relatively recent, but the majority were decades old, and there were a handful which were even older. I acquired a number of first-edition copies of books which I proudly display on my shelves to this day.
But the most important acquisition I made in that odd little shop was a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. I'd heard of the man, of course, and read "Call of Cthulhu". But that night, as the howling sea winds buffeted my windowpane in the growing darkness, I read for the first time his tales of quiet horrors lurking in the backcountry of New England. And it was from these tales that I derived the story which now sits before you, begging to be read with all the weight of the years it spent on my hard drive. Consider it a loving and fearful tribute which merely apes the style of the true master; it is not a direct copy of any particular story, but borrows from many. I have tried (and, I hope, succeeded) to make it more than just Lovecraft with ponies. But I've said too much already; enter, dear reader, if your nerves are steeled and your mind is unfrayed. I cannot guarantee the same will remain true for long...

Over a century before the events of the modern day. A humble mining town by the name of Oreville has fallen under siege by a sinister beast the likes of which the townsfolk have never seen before. With the situation becoming grim as the monster continues its reign of terror over the ponies, the people of Oreville turn to a band of professional Monster Hunters for assistance in this most desparate time. Will the skills, and teamwork of the Hunters; And the Unity of the townsfolk overcome the creature? Or will they succumb to its overwhelming might? One shall Stand, One shall Fall.

In collaboration with Dr1ft3r01 & Smjames. Proofread by LanceOmikron, Corona Blaze, CrystalMaster, Godzillawolf, and Lazerbem.

Supervised by Tarbtano.

Only a few years after the Three Tribes were reunified, northern Equestria was the bloody arena of the most terrible conflict in Equestria's history. An alien invasion shook the continent to its core, and hurled its residents into an unimaginable future. The resulting four years of war has forever marked Equestria as the land of the Missing.

Now, on the fiftieth anniversary of the end of the war, we present the definitive account of events, told from the perspective of the harshest critics of all- those who survived it. This is the true story of the Great Extraterrestrial War.

Based on H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds, particularly drawing on the 2013 film adaptation; however, it is not a straight adaptation of either. Takes place after Chapter 4 of Make your Mark, but was planned and written before Chapters 5 and 6 aired, and as a result takes neither into account.

This story is a sequel to In Memoriam

One day, Apple Bloom and her elder sister Applejack are out in the Everfree forest, when they stumble across something horrifying. Something from the dark history of California...

Something that should have remained secret forever...

This story is a sequel to The Truth Behind My Little Pony

Special thanks to MisterNick, who had little hand in writing this particular one, but writing any story in this universe and not crediting him is like creating a Donald Duck cartoon and not crediting Carl Barks. He's had such a big hand in creating this universe, and since nearly all of the original stories credit him as a co-writer, it would be rude to not acknowledge him.

Slightly bigger thanks to Casketbase77, who helped a great deal more with this one, both idea and grammar wise.

And of course, the biggest thanks to Opium4TmassS for creating the universe I write this in in the first place. Without his grace and prereading, this story would not exist. I have no idea how you hooked me onto this idea, but I must thank you; I greatly enjoyed reading this, and would recommend many of his own stories set in this universe to a curious reader, if they can deal with the grammatical and storytelling flaws inherent in earlier entries.

This story is a sequel to "There's A Monster in my Bedroom!"

Pre-read by ST4RSK1MM3R, Octavias Melody, and Midnight Coder.

Edited by James Fire.

Cover art by HPBudgecraft.

For countless moons, he waited. Ever sleeping as his young spoke of her. The one that had escaped him all that time ago.

Twilight Sparkle.

So when the day came, he knew that nothing would stand in the way of his quest for revenge. All he needed was her location and a meal to satisfy the hunger of him and his ilk. Luckily, there just happens to be a place where they can feast...