What happened last night was eerie. I can't find another word to describe it.

The scouting trip had been going great. We were clearing a good, safe path for others to follow when we realized the sun had set. We hastily made camp and put three guys on watch in order to keep the rest of us safe.

Everypony sans me fell asleep and stayed that way like a newborn foal. I just couldn't keep my eyes shut. Every minute or so I'd twist and turn one way or the other. After a while, I just couldn't deal with it any longer. I got up, got out of my tent, and went about checking what supplies we had. I did anything and everything to get my mind off of. . . something. I didn't know what it was, but I felt something in the back of my head, calling out to me, beckoning.

My will just wasn't strong enough. The guards didn't notice when I left my tent, nor did they see me when I left the camp. All I had for defense was a pickaxe, and a dull one at that.

There was this little voice, barely a whisper. It was menacing but beautiful and kept on beckoning me towards Celestia-knows-what! I followed that damned little voice for what felt like an eternity. I wandered through foliage, mist, even this creepy chunk of forest where I could've sworn the trees were staring at me!

Eventually, I ended up at this old, decrepit bridge. There was moss all over it, the ropes holding it together looked like they had been there for centuries, and mist obscured just how high the bridge was suspended. I should've turned back, but I didn't. I crossed the bridge.

After I had crossed, the mist cleared, and I was greeted by the nightmarish site of some sort of ruins. It looked vaguely like a castle, and was completely caked with vines and undergrowth. Other than that, the place seemed like the maid had come by and cleaned the entire area of rubble 10 minutes ago.

My legs seemed to be working on their own at that point. I entered the ruins, and was greeted with pure silence. No crickets, no wind, I couldn't even hear my own breathing!

Still, I kept at it, and that was when I came to what looked like the last room. There was this weird pedestal, on which 5 errant pillars stuck out in random directions. There was this little stone orb on each pillar, symbols on each that I didn't recognize.

It was only now that I regained full control of my body. I only had one thought in my mind: run. And run I did. I still have no clue how I made it back to camp, but I did. I was finally able to get to bed, though I'm unsure how fulfilling the rest I got really was

As soon as Celestia had raised the sun, I woke everypony in camp and told them of what had happened the night before. I got some of those "you expect me to believe that?" looks, but they agreed to follow me into the forest anyway.

Eventually, we made it to the ruins. We set up every stick of TNT where we believed would cause the most damage, cut the ropes holding the bridge up, and pressed the trigger.

Nopony, not even me, looked back to see if all that remained was rubble. We used enough explosives, but that place still bothers me. I pray that no one will ever have to set hoof in there again.