Nightmare Fuel Anypony?

by SolongStarbird

Breath

Silence, most say that it is preferable to the din of everyday life. Fluttershy had always loved silence, but now, she wished for nothing more than to hear a familar sound. In the dark, it was all that she could ever desire. Her ears picked up something, and hope caused her breath to cease in order to better hear what ever it had been.

Fluttershy realized that she never should have hoped she had heard something, let alone hope for noise at all. Silence was much more preferable to the raspy breath that had continued past her own.