Another attempt of creepy pasta. Mlp one.

Vermillion played the tape they had found. A pony had died mysteriously in Ponyville. Sketch Novel, they believed. Vermillion was joined by Magenta to investigate. The tape cane with a note. It was a pentagram with gibberish around it.

The tape started. They saw a red mare with patches of warm purple. Her mane was black and deep purple, being poofy and curled. Her eyes were a sea blue. She began talking.

Day one. I liked the idea of an audio diary better than a worded diary. I thought it'd be a waste of paper that I could use for stories instead. Ponies here are not like the ones back at home. Every pony's far more social.

*yawns and stretches* just woke up. About 4 in the morning. Damn insomnia. I've heard ponies talking about the forest nearby. The Everfree forest, I think. People have said it's dangerous. Planning to go there for ideas for a story. *sips a coffee* see ya tomorrow.

*screen goes black before starting again*

Day five. The forest wasn't as exciting as I had hoped. I've been there for three days in a row and nothing has happened. By Celestia, it's boring. I've got writer's block! Meh! The most interesting thing that's happened is I cut my hoof on a branch. Bled pretty bad actually.

Anyway, still been keeping in contact with friends. It's a shame I had to move. *sigh* speak tomorrow.

*cuts to next recording*

Day seven. *Shivers* damn anxiety and insomnia. Fuck, I keep seeing things move. Then again, when haven't I? It just... feels different. *ears perk up* hello? Somepony there? *turns back to the camera* thought I heard something. *sigh* seems like this is still going to be a problem. Hearing tiny noises and instantly assuming the worst.

*next recording*

Day eleven. Fuck, my anxiety's getting so fucking bad. Anytime I look at somepony, I swear they're giving me death glares. Even pictures look angry at me. Then, they're are the hallucinations. They change a lot. Sometimes tall, dark, slender figures, like SlenderMare from that creepy pasta. Sometimes mist like figures of different colours. Sometimes the faces of my friends being battered and damaged, sometimes even looking dead. *begins shaking slightly* they keep saying they're coming for me. I've tried so fucking hard to take no notice, but... it's terrifying.

*next recording*

*speaking shaky* day thirteen. They're coming. Like that song said. 'They're coming to take me away'. *shaky laugh* everypony's in on it. They hate me. The looks they're giving me. Princess Celestia visited the other day and I went. Celestia looked at me with pure hatred and shame. I could practically hear her thinking 'what a waste of space'. I would get help, but where could I get it from? Everypony's against me. *whimpers, tears in her eyes* they're going to kill me! *Laughs weakly* they're gonna fucking kill me! *laughing hysterically*

*next recording*

*voice dull* day sixteen. I'm waiting. They're teasing me. All I can do is wait until my inevitable end. Heck, I can hear them whispering amongst themselves. Smiling, laughing, mocking. *clenched teeth* what. Did. I. Do. *breaks down into screaming* FUCKING WRONG?! WHY DO THEY WANT ME DEAD? *turns to the corner* JUST FUCKING TELL ME! *goes silent, seeming to listen* STOP FUCKING LAUGHING! *whimpers, crying* just tell me...

*next recording*

*smiling happily. Screen has a crack in the corner. Sounds cheerful* day twenty. Things are going well. Everypony loves me. I've showed them some drawings and stories. They loved them. I made sure to not show any colts or fillies any gorey ones. I have dark humor. *twitches* they love them too. My new friends. We got off on a bad start, but they truly are friendly. You can see two of them sitting next to me. Say hi, guys. *pauses, leaving only silence, seeing as no pony was there* oh, we have to go. See ya.

*next recording*

*mane dishevelled, eyes red and puffy, large cuts across her face* help me! They're against me! They're using me! I've seen the recordings! They're controlling me! They're possessing me! *wailing loudly* help me! They're coming back. *jerks to her left* no... nononono! Go away! Please... go away... *falls silent, her head dropping. Perks back up. Smiling happily* let's go, friends!

*next recording*

No pony's coming to help... I'm alone... heh... what did I expect? I'm going to end it all. *holds up a rope, tied into a noose* tell my friends and family I love them. Don't go into the Everfree forest... don't disturb them. They'll torture you too. Then, there will be no escape, except death. Goodbye. *steps onto the chair, using her magic to place the rope around her neck. Kicks the chair away, immediately gasping. After struggling, her body fell limp*

*next recording*

Shadow figures surrounded the hung corpse of the red unicorn. Then, they turned to the cracked camera, the footage becoming damaged, static and the picture waving. They all pointed at the screen, stating, "you're next," in a synchronised voice. Then, the recording ended.

Vermillion and Magenta's fur stood on end, the both of them trembling. The recordings had really shaken them up.

One week later

Vermillion arrived at Magenta's house, seeing the door opened slightly. She pushed it open, nausea appearing at the horrific sight. In blood, words scattered the walls, being dishevelled. Magenta sat in the corner, rocking back and forth, muttering to herself. Vermillion galloped towards her, kneeling next to her.
"Magenta! Who did this to you?!" She shrieked, tears perking in the corners of her eyes, not wanting to believe what her gut was telling her. Magenta turned to her, grinning. No, she wasn't grinning, her cheeks were cut into a grin, blood being washed away by her tears.
"They're here! Go, now! Before they find you!" She whimpered, grabbing Vermillion desperately.

"What!? No! I'm taking you to the hospital!" Vermillion yelled, trying to drag her up.

"It's too late for me!" She retorted, pulling away, "I can't escape them! No one can! Please, save yourself!"

Before Vermillion could even breathe, Magenta gasped, shaking.
"It's too late..." she murmured, Vermillion spun around. A shadowed figure loomed over her, grinning with a glowing, white mouth.

"We can't escape..." Vermillion muttered, tears soaking into her fur...

You can't escape either... they're coming for you next...