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Chapter One: The Hunt11,310 words
Chapter Two: The Journal1,863 words

Chapter Two: The Journal

Day 0:
I’ll be writing a journal in order to inform others about the horrifying fate. I’ll write whenever I just possibly can. If you’re reading this, you either have the same problem I had or you’re just curious. If you’re just curious and have no idea about the Slender figure, stop right now and put the book down. You don’t want to share my fate.

If you are unlucky enough to know what I’m talking about, keep on reading and maybe you will find the ramblings of an insane, haunted mare even slightly helpful.

And if I may, I’d ask for a favor. Defeat It. Do it for you, for me, for the fallen. But just do it. The thing must be destroyed before the whole Equestria is gone. That’s all I ask.

I got sent home from the hospital today. It was there. Looking at me from the window of the room, following me while I walked home, observing the small cottage where I live when I got inside. It’s always there. You’re never alone.

The night is going to be scary…
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Day 3:
It won’t leave me alone. Wherever I go, wherever I am, It’s there. Looking at me and me only, ignoring every other living creature around me.

And every other living creature around me ignores It. They can’t see it. It’s there just for me. I’m starting to think it’s just my mind creating flashbacks of the predator.

But It can’t be. It’s so real. The tentacles move, It stands, disappears, appears and watches, follows me.

And looking at It makes me feel bad. My eyes still hurt. It’s real, not a dream, not my imagination.

It’s real.

Real.
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Day 4:
I’m suffering from terrible insomnia. Whenever I’m about to fall asleep, I hear It, I feel It, I see It, It feels me, It watches, It’s there.

The sound takes me over. Small, buzzing sound, almost static. Whenever I open my eyes after the sound, I can’t see. My vision is all bucked-up. And just when I get it working, I see It right behind my window. It disappears and I just look.

I must block the windows.
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Day 7:
I see my friends. Everywhere. Blood.

They come to me. Try to say something. Try to warn me. Try to help me. Try to save me. Try to take me with them to a better place.

And when I’m about to hear, about to grab the familiar hoof, about to go, It comes.

And It takes them.

And I’m all alone again.
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Day 9:
Blocking the windows doesn’t work. I block them, go to sleep, hear It, feel It, open my eyes, It’s there, the planks have been torn down, slicing marks on them, It looks, I try to avoid the invisible gaze, It disappears, I hear the screams, I can’t sleep.

There is no way to avoid the unavoidable.
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Day 13:
Thirteen. Thirteen dead. The filly doesn’t count. She’s not there. She wasn’t killed by It. She was killed by something else. Left to die by the predator and something came and killed her. Doesn’t count. Thirteen.

They all came today. All thirteen. Looking at me. Pleading for justice. Demanding It. I must defeat It. Impossible. Can’t be defeated. Tried. Hooves hurt.

They stood there. I tried to convince them. They wouldn’t listen. Then it came. Their faces. The terror could be seen on them.

They’re just as afraid as I am.
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Day 14:
It’s coming closer. It’s at my door. It’s trying to come in.
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Day 17:
It’s hiding. I haven’t seen It in the last two days.

Whatever is going on, I must prepare. This may just be quiet before the storm.

I can think clearly again. I’m scrolling through the earlier entries. Some of them are complete nonsense. But I’m not going to fix them. They shall be a reminder about the effects.

So, if you are having some of those effects, it’s after you.

I was actually able to go out. I bought loads of food as I may be forced to hide for quite long times. I didn’t see It anywhere. Maybe It has left me alone.

And the best part, I actually managed to sleep over night. It was a total of six hours. A huge relief.

Things are getting better. The sun shines, the birds sing and I can finally relax and try to forget.
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Day 18:
Quiet before the storm.

I woke up in the middle of the night.

I opened my eyes and there It was. It was in my house.

As soon as I saw It, It disappeared.

Now I can’t sleep.
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Day 20:
Twenty days. Twenty.

I have survived twenty days longer than my friends.

It feels like an eternity.

But It doesn’t respect that. It watches. It doesn’t care.

I’ve lost everything and everyone, yet I’m never alone.
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Day 25:
Days grow longer. The time between entries gets longer, too.

Not much has happened. Typical watching and occasional noises and contacts.

I’m actually able to write a lot better than before.

Is It losing Its grip or am I just going crazy?
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Day 26:
I’m going crazy.
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Day 28:
I can hear It. It’s coming.

I’m going to hide.
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Day 34:
A long break. I was unable to do anything.

It was everywhere. I just sat on my bed, eyes wide open.

And It was everywhere. Behind my window, at my door, next to my bed, beyond the borders of reality with my friends.

And now It’s gone yet again. There must be a pattern.

I have the key, yet the lock is still missing.
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Day 36:
I found the lock.

I woke up in the middle of the night yet again. But instead of It, I saw a book.

It was lying on the floor. I picked it up.

The cover had the Symbol.

I opened it.

There were notes. Some including pleas of help, some including great advice. I’m going to list them.

Always watches. No eyes.
Don’t look or it takes you.
Can’t run.
Follows.
Help me.
Leave me alone.
No no no no no no no no no.

And then there’s a picture of It.

I’m not alone with this fate.
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Day 39:
I can’t stop looking at the Symbol. It’s taking my mind over.

The picture haunts my vision. It merges with the Symbol.

I’m scared.
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Day 42:
It’s even more aggressive. It awaits me when I come home. It watches me as I sleep.

The book caused this.
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Day 44:
The effects are fading.

I can think.

Maybe I’ll make it through this. Maybe there’s a small beam of light at the end of the deep dark tunnel.
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Day 47:
The lights are out.

I’m not sure how long I can take this.
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Day 50:
Fifty. Half-a-hundred.

A long time.

And I have survived.

I decided to pay a visit at the grave in order to honor the fallen.

When I got there, It was standing next to the memorial statue.

But I didn’t turn. I didn’t feel fear. I just walked towards the statue.

And It let me pass.

It disappeared and I could hear it appearing behind me.

I walked over to the statue.

The memorial text was beautiful.

Here lay the fourteen heroes who died on a mission of rescuing a lost filly.

Even the greatest fall someday. You just happened to pass by a bit earlier than us others.

Your deaths weren’t pointless. The Thing is gone. Your sacrifice shall always be remembered.

Twilight Sparkle
Applejack
Fluttershy
Rarity
Pinkie Pie
Rainbow Dash
Princess Celestia
Bon Bon
Lyra Heartstrings
Carrot Top
Derpy Hooves
Scootaloo
Apple Bloom
Sweetie Belle

My name was on the list because I had been there. I had demanded that they wouldn’t put me on that list. I wasn’t worth it. I was alive while all of my friends were dead.

But it was there. I was immortalized as one of the now fourteen heroes.

I looked at my side, and It was there. It was respecting the fallen with Its presence.

We just stood there, all silent and let the chilling afternoon breeze blow through us.

It may have been seconds. It may have been minutes. It may have been hours. But eventually I spoke up.

“Why?”

It turned Its head towards me.

“They had done nothing. And still you just killed them. Why?”

It didn’t do anything. It just stood there, facing towards me. Even the tentacles were frozen still.

I understood the fact that It was a predator. It was designed to kill.

“I just… Why didn’t you take me? I was lying on the ground, completely defenseless. And you just left me there. Why?”

It slowly moved one of Its tentacles towards me. I didn’t even think of dodging it.

It carefully placed it on my back. But the coldness didn’t come. It was warm.

I looked at It. And if It would have had a mouth, it would have been smiling a respecting smile.

And that’s when I got it.

I had beaten it. I had won it at the bridge. I had surprised the all-seeing predator Itself.

And for that, it was showing me Its respect.

“You… You think I’m a worthy enemy?”

I could feel the tentacle in my back twitch.

“Well, you are just as worthy.”

It looked directly at my face. But it didn’t feel bad. I felt completely normal.

And we just stood there.

And I knew that things would go to a better direction.
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Day 62:
Nothing too interesting has happened.

It still watches. But it doesn’t watch me, It watches over me.

Either It’s making sure that It will be the one to take me, or It’s making sure that I won’t die too early. And either way, I couldn’t be happier.

Today is a special day. The day of relief.

I’m going to do it. I’m going to ask for a relief.

And I’m sure It will relieve my pain.

I’m going to leave now. This entry will probably be the last proof of my existence. If you really read all of my insane ramblings, thank you. I hope I managed to do at least something good during my short life.

And if I may, I’d like to ask for a one last favor:

Do not kill It.

I owe It so much. Even though It killed all my friends, took everything from me and almost drove me insane. But It still taught me some important things about life.

What are these things? You’ll have to find out by yourself.

And a one last advice:

Don’t be afraid.

- Rainbow Dash, one of the fourteen.

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