My Little Creepypasta pt1.My Little Creepypasta
It was a cloudless autumn night. The stars shone brightly, clearly defined in the dark sky above Ponyville as midnight drew ever nearer.
The town itself was quiet. Most of its population was already asleep, except for those unlucky enough to have to work the late shift. Two bakers, husband and wife, were putting the finishing touches to a large order that had to be shipped to Canterlot early the next morning.
Apart from that, everypony had retired to bed the only other lights in town were coming from the lower windows of Twilight Sparkle's library, where she was hosting her second ever slumber party with her five closest friends.
They were giggling at the expense of Rainbow Dash, who had fallen prey to one of Rarity's famous makeovers her colourful hair had been styled into bangs and she was wearing a frilly white dress.
"Ugh! I don't see why you had to dress me up like this," she snorted.
"Sorry Rainbow, but we have to stick to the rul
My Little Creepypasta pt3.My Little Creepypasta
"Come on then, Pinkie. Let's hear this super scary story of yours," said Rainbow Dash, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
The pink pony grinned: "Alright! Here we go!"
It was a beautiful sunny day in Equestria and Rainbow Dash was still alive.
She loved being alive, because it meant she could do loads of really neat tricks like that one where she zips really close to the ground then POW! she zooms right up again, or that one where she spins round and round and goes wee-ooh wee-ooh wee-ooh.
She had a fun morning practising her skills, then remembered she was supposed to be meeting her bestest buddy Pinkie Pie that afternoon. So she flew off into Ponyville, where the pink pony was waiting for her outside Sugarcube Corner.
"Dashie! You made it! Yay!" she squealed, joyously bouncing into the air, "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun today! I've got the oven ready and I've brought all of my equipment up from the cellar."
Rainbow Dash was a little
My Little Creepypasta pt2.My Little Creepypasta
Hearing her sister in distress spurred Rarity into action. She dashed to the front door and unbolted it with her magic, and it promptly burst open as Sweetie Belle barged her way inside.
The little filly was a frightful mess she was trembling and she appeared to be close to tears. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving in and out.
"My goodness Sweetie Belle, what's wrong with you? Whatever's happened?"
She managed to catch her breath long enough to gasp out a dire warning: "The door! You've gotta close the door!"
Rarity, confused and not a little frightened, walked to the open doorway and looked out, trying to see exactly what it was that had terrified her dear sister.
There was nothing that seemed too out of the ordinary just a lone pony who was making its way towards the Carousel Boutique.
Then she realised there was something not quite right. The pony was moving slowly with a stumbling gait and its eyes were slightly off-focus.