I thought to myself as I lay in my bed.  That was the best night of my life!  I mentally congratulated myself on my very first date with the girl of my dreams.  Oh Carrot Top.

Carrot Top and I met when I first moved to Ponyville about four years ago.  The first two years, nothing especially exciting ever happened.  A couple holiday events, and that was about it.  We had a little conversation, but I didn't fall in love with her right away.  I fell in love with her on the day of the summer sunrise.  That was the first thing that anything important had ever happened.  It was when Nightmare Moon attacked.  

After the Princess was kidnapped, a lot of the residence was panicking.  Especially Carrot Top.  Each one of the panicking ponies had someone looking over them, but not her.  She was all alone, with no one by her side.  Not even her best friend Derpy was with her.  She was else where.  Just the look of her fear made me die a little inside.  I couldn't bare to see her like that.

I rushed over her to comfort her, to make her feel safe.  After a few words of comfort, she hugged me.  We were nothing but acquaintances before, but I felt something between us that day.  I felt love.  I. Felt. Love.  There was never a time when I ever felt love before.  I never wanted the hug to end, but like every day, it had to come to an end.

After that, we became better friends.  My worst nightmare.  Being "just friends."  

The shear thought of it drove me nuts.  Just thinking about it made my skin crawl.  It got to the point where I had to tell her how I felt.  I poured out my heart and soul that day.  I told her the full, unrehearsed truth to her.  She did nothing but stare at me as I finished.  Her face showed nothing but surprise for a moment or two until I saw a single tear run down her face.  She hugged me, I hugged her back.  Love.  True love.

Later that week, we had our first date.  I would say that things went pretty well.  It occurred to me that I would sleep so well that night.  No regret from the night of the summer sunrise to think about, just sleep.  Peaceful sleep.  I was wrong about that sleep though.  

Apparently, I never realized that my bed was about as comfortable as a rock.  I shifted in my bed, trying to find a comfortable spot.  Different thoughts went through my mind.  They weren't thoughts of what I could have done differently that night, they were thoughts of the dark.  I toss and turn until I finally find that comfortable position.  I close my eyes, but it doesn’t make a difference, it’s too dark in my room to see a thing anyways. I guess it takes time for my eyes to adjust to darkness. I lay there, still and silent on a dark and dank night. My body is relaxed, my mind is blank, and I’m ready for some much needed rest. Instantly, the silence is shattered and my mind fills with fearful thoughts as my startled eyes flash open.

Knock. Knock.

It’s almost undoubtedly the sound of a hoof on glass. But no, it couldn’t be, what would someone’s motivation be to wake someone alone in their home? Think logically. If someone wanted to break in, why would they warn me with a knock? They would just break in, making a loud and obvious noise, or try to be as silent as possible. Why would they knock? Monsters don’t exist. I could give myself some peace of mind and simply look out the window, but I’m facing the other way and I’m too timid to turn my head, afraid of finding my greatest fears standing outside my window. What could it be though? Maybe a couple of birds flew into my window. No, that’s too unrealistic. Could a group of kids be running around late at night, knocking on windows to get a few laughs? It’s a possibility. Come to think of it, maybe it was my imagination. Maybe I heard the usual creak in the house and my paranoid mind has mistaken it for a knock.

Knock. Knock.

Nope, that definitely wasn’t my imagination. Those stupid kids are persistent. They don’t want to quit until they get that reaction. Maybe some sick twisted freak is standing outside waiting for me to look so he can smash through and attack me. No, don’t think that. Don’t get Paranoid. Besides, he’s outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. Monsters don’t exist. Besides, I haven’t moved yet, hopefully those kids will think I’m a heavy sleeper and leave me alone.

Knock Knock.

No, it can’t be kids. No kid would wait around this long just to get a reaction from one guy; they’d just get bored and move along. But, what could it be? Why would a serial killer target me, of all people? Think logically. Monsters don’t exist. Don’t get paranoid. They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. But if it’s not a monster or some sort of killer, what could it be? Just pretend to be asleep and maybe they’ll go away.

Knock. Knock.

Uggghhh. I can’t think of a noise I hate more than that persistent knock! Please go away! Just leave me alone and let me be! There’s no hope. It’s going to get in here and do sick and horrible things to me. Inhale. Take deep breaths. I can feel my heart pound out of my chest. Just relax. Monsters don’t exist. Remember, they’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter I know I’m safe. Repeat that. Don’t let your fear get the best of you. Just pretend to be asleep. Don’t move a muscle.

Knock. Knock.

They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. Monsters don’t exist. Just pretend to be asleep and pray it’ll go away.

Knock. Knock.

They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. Frightful tears begin to drip down my face. Monsters don’t exist. Monsters DO NOT exist. I begin to whisper to myself, “They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe.”

Knock. Knock.

I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE! I’m gonna go mad listening to these knocks! At least if I see what it is I’ll have peace of mind! Take a deep breath. I repeat to myself, one more time, “They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe.” I take a few more breaths, my heart pounding as hard as it’s ever pounded at a mile a minute. I slowly turn my head to face the window. My heart sinks into my chest and I’m too afraid to scream or move. I turned my head to find a pale figure with beady, black eyes staring through me and into my soul as a horrid grin creeps across its face. It was standing inside the whole time, knocking on my window.  

Suddenly, the thing spoke.  It's voice was worse than that of a crying baby.  "You don't get to be happy."