I've been lying down for hours now.  It's 5:35 am, and there's not much I can do.  Do you know what the worst part about my situation is?  I'm in the same room with my parents.  They keep looking at me and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. There's eyes are focused on me, there mouths are wide open, there's the strongest scent of blood.  I feel so paralyzed with fear.

Here's the thing.  The second I make any sign that I'm not asleep anymore, I am completely bucked.  I will die and there's nopony around to save me.  I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea that I have is to rush for the door, run out the front door and scream for help hoping any neighbors will hear me.  It's risky, but if I stay, I'll die.  He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.

You're probably wondering what's going on, I do tend to get ahead of myself sometimes.  First, my name is Scootaloo.  About four hours ago, I heard something strange screaming coming from the other side of the house.  I got up and went to check out the noise, but I realized that I had to use the bathroom.  Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first.  I could have gotten myself killed right then because of my stupid actions, but I actually did my business, and took a peek outside of the bathroom.  There was blood on the carpet.  And amidst the puddle of the crimson liquid, was my older brother Barren.

I got very worried, and ran back to my bedroom.  I hid myself beneath my sheets like the chicken I was.  I tried to convince myself to go back sleep, that it was just a really vivid dream or something.  But then I heard my bedroom door open.  Like the terrifying child I was, I peeked under my blankets to see what was going on.  I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room.  It was not a pony, I can tell you that.  It was hairless, without a mane or a tail.  It's head didn't even look like a pony.  I can't really tell you what it looked like.  It walked like it had limps on all four of its legs.  I didn't know how it could walk like that.  As it walked, it drug my parents to the end of my bed.

It propped my dad up against the wall and made him face me, and sat my mom on a chair, facing me as well.  The thing started rubbing its hooves against the wall, staining them with blood, and it drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it.  This thing made what it called a masterpiece.  To finish it off, it scribbled a message on the wall.  I couldn't read in the darkness.  It then positioned itself under my bed, and it's now waiting to attack me.  The scariest thing about this is that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and now I can see the message.  I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about it.  But I feel the need to see.

I peek at the creatures masterpiece.  "I know you're awake.  But I'll let you live.  Look under the bed."  

I didn't want to look under the bed, but what else was I going to do.  I lift the blankets off of me, and I peer under my bed.  I'm staring at the dead body of... Rainbow Dash?  

I'm suddenly awaked by a flash of lightning and the boom of thunder.  I look at the alarm clock, to see it's 5:46.  I overslept.  Now my foster parents are going to get mad at me.  But, there nice people, so I imagine that their punishment can't be that bad.  

But now that I'm awake, I can't help but think about that dream last night.  Usually I forget my dreams just like that.  But this felt so real.  It felt so familiar.  It was almost like... a memory.