Life was normal, for a time. Then, as surely as day becomes night, things began to change. Fleeting images at the corner of my eye, dark figures trailing the every move of myself and others.
The walls have eyes, the shadows have ears, and the ponies have strings.
Warning: Horror Alert. Nothing graphic or gory, but viewer discretion is still advised.

Twilight becomes a cactus and shenanigans ensue.
Written for a friend who simply wanted a story named "My Little Cactus".