It all began thousands of years ago in some dark and smoky cave with a tale-teller chanting to his awe-struck tribe huddled around a sputtering fire. He told of strange beasts, angry gods, and dark magic afoot in a dangerous world. He embellished a bit too much, and technology was young. Nothing could be proven, so these stories became ghost stories.

But in a civilized Equestria, ghost stories are just for fun. Just for scaring fillies and colts on a Nightmare Night slumber party.

So, when an orange filly happens upon a book out in the everfree, she doesn't think twice about sharing its contents with her easy-to-scare friends. What she doesn't know, is that she didn't find a book. She found a journal. And it's not like any ghost story she has ever read.
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A horror fic, or at least my attempt at one. Based heavily on the Slenderman legend, or at least my interpretation of it. There won't be any gore or sex, so don't think this is your typical "Oh, it's already rated R for being scary, lets just throw a few sex scenes in it" that Hollywood tends to lap up like a thirsty dog.

Have fun, and remember... Once you see him, it's already too late.

A technological revolution has swept Equestria, leaving Twilight Sparkle yearning for knowledge. Magic aided machines are being manufactured by the thousands, bringing Equestria a fantastic new means of communication. The lovable bookworm leaves the library she has come to adore, and takes up residence in an apartment near a new university that she is attending. Happily, she installs new machines in each of her friends houses so they may retain contact. Several months go by, and the visits from her friends grow more and more distant. She begins to notice incongruencies in between real life and cyberspace, raising further questions in her mind. Just who is she talking to on the other side of that screen?

An adaptation of the short story 'Psychosis' by Gar/Matt Dymerski.
Picture is "Ponyville Hospital" by Konsumo, on Divantart.