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Story 1 (by Anonymous):

I could also see Floor as Ring-kind of ghost. She's got the look and the whole "coming out of a TV/computer screen" thing would also fit pretty well.
She died in front of her PC and now haunts everyone shitposting in her favourite threads.
Maybe even... (you)!
OoOoOoOoOo~ *spoopy noises*
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She haunts CRT monitors and floppy disks instead of TVs and VHSs.
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>Be Anon
>Living in Equestria somehow
>Just relaxing in your home, enjoying the solitude
>Knock at the door
>Answer it
>Its Rainbow Crash
>"U-uh, hey A-anon. You got a minute?"
>She seems...frightened?
"Maybe. What's up, Crash"
>"Ahaha good one! Yeah um. Listen, this is going to sound SUPER wierd, but I need you to do something for me"
"No, Dash, I'm not paying your speeding ticket. How you got one in a library is still beyond me."
>"NO! This isn't about that! Though if you could talk to Twilight later today that would be great"
>She rummages around in her saddlebag with a wing
>Fucking pegasus wings, man, how do they work
>Bein all dexterous like fingers and shit
>She pulls out what looks like an old floppy disc
>"So, I need you to watch this, AND SOON, and then get somepony ELSE to watch it, all within a week."
>Oh god dammit
>You take the disc
"Dash, this wouldn't happen to be haunted, would it"
>"NO!"
>"...Maybe."
>"...yes."
"Dash, you do realize there's no such thing as ghosts, right?"
>"Maybe not where YOU'RE from, but who knows about Equestria! I'm not taking any chances!"
>Given the nature of this pastel marshmallow hell she might have a point
>But you are a stubborn man
>And you'll be damned if you're going to let this rainbow horse be right
"Fine, Dash. I'll watch it."
>She smiles
"But I'm not passing it on to anyone else"
>She stops smiling
>"What!? B-but if you don't pass it on after a week-"
"In a week, after a ghost fails to come out of my computer to bite my dick off or whatever because it doesn't exist, I'll be coming to your house and throwing rocks at it with little notes saying 'I told you so' attached to them"
>"But-"
"Trust me, Dash. I've refused to pass on chain letters for decades now. If anything bad was going to happen to me then it would have by now"
>Granted you were stuck in an alternate dimension full of talking horses with no feasable way home
>But you're pretty sure that's unrelated
>"A-are you sure?"
"Positive. Now shoo. I have a supposed curse to bring down on myself"
>She folds her ears back and flies away, a bit droopier than normal
>"A-alright...I'll s-see you around, Anon..."
>Her concern would almost be cute
>If she still didn't need to pay you back for the window she broke last month
>And the roof repairs from two weeks ago
>Or for scratching that CD you lent her
>But repayment for property damage could wait. You had a spoooooky video to watch
>It takes like an hour to dig out an external floppy drive to plug in to a USB port
>And when you finally find it it's all covered in dust
>You're pretty sure you're going to get some sort of lung disease from breathing this in
>Surprisingly, it works first try
>And the floppy boots up as well
>You decide to turn off the lights and make some popcorn
>Might as well go all the way with this thing
>The video itself is actually pretty well done
>Lots of symbolism and shit
>Occasional flashes of scary imagery
>You see a pony with long black hair covering her face
>Yep. Just what you expected
>The thing ends with a shot of an empty computer chair in some woods
>If you were as gulible as the rest of the ponies here you would be sufficiently spooked
>Unfortunately for the creator of this thing you are Anonymous
>You've seen stuff that would make a grown man cry
>Hell, you've seen stuff that *did* make a grown man cry
>It's going to take a lot more than a spooky horse video on an old floppy disc to scare you
>One week later
>Just vegging out watching some Neighponese cartoon
>It's wierd how similar things are between this world and your own
>You've got your pile of rocks ready to go for tomorrow
>All of them have a note saying "I told you so" tied to them
>First thing in the morning you'll be chucking them at Dash's house
>You've also decided to have dinner at your desk tonight
>Just like most nights
>Tonight's dish is spaghetti
>Just like Momanon used to make
>Out of nowhere the computer screen turns off
>You can still hear some sound coming out of your speakers, though
"Dammit. Cable must've come loose again"
>You start fiddling around with the connections between the monitor and the tower
>You actually have to crawl under the desk to get at the right angle
>Peeking up you see that the screen is on again
>But it's showing the empty computer chair from the video
>Oh, that's clever
>Secretly install a program to play another video hidden on the floppy
>You sit back in your chair and click around, trying to find the button to close the window
>There isn't one
>Try alt+F4
>It still doesn't close
>If you were a dumber man or a pony you might be feeling a bit scared by now
>But you're Anon and you clearly aren't
>Right?
"Welp. There's one surefire way to deal with this"
>You reach down for the power cable and unplug the power cord to your computer
>Glancing back up you see the same image on the screen
>That's...slightly concerning
>You reach around the back of the monitor and unplug its power cord
>And the screen stays lit
>On the same image of an empty computer chair
>With staticy noises coming from the speakers
>Well
>Fuck
>The screen statics out for a second, and when it comes back there's something new
>The stringy-haired pony from before
>This is it
>This is how you're going to die
>Killed by a horse ghost
>Probably with your dick bitten off
>Alone
>With nobody to mourn you
>And with Rainbow Dash having been right all along
>What a way to go
>The pony reaches a hoof to the screen
>And it starts coming through
>You're pretty sure you don't scream
>After all, you're Anon
>You will face your last moments with dignity
>And most certainly NOT screaming like a little girl
>All of her foreleg is through the screen now, reaching out to you
>And her head is pretty much through as well
>You tremble, watching her get closer
>You could probably run, but you've seen this movie before
>It would just mean her chasing you around til you collapsed
>Her other foreleg comes through the screen and down to the desk to steady herself
>At least it would
>If it wasn't for mom's spaghetti
>Her hoof lands squarely on the plate of pasta and slips out from under her
>"SHIT"
>She flails about and tumbles all the way out of the monitor
>Toppeling forward off of your desk
>Her face smacking right into your groin
>"OOF!"
"OOF!"
>You'd think you'd be happier with having a girl down there
>But the agonizing pain of a surprisingly solid ghost headbutting your garden of good and evil kinda overrides that
>Your chair rolls backwards a couple feet and you fall out, clutching your groin
>Whereas ghostpone over there is holding her face
>But hey, on the bright side you now know that ghosts are weak to spaghetti
>You might've blacked out
>Just for a couple seconds
>But you're concious now
>After all, pain is the body's way of letting you know you're alive
>You sit up with a groan and look over to where the ghost pony landed
>She's still lying there, holding her face
>And...are those...tears?
>Is she crying?
>Oh shit
>You weren't prepared for this
>Murderous ghost pony come to eat your soul or whatever? Yeah you can handle that
>But a girl crying in your room?
>Death is the preferable alternative
>You try to push through the pain
"Um...hey?"
>Good start, Anon
>*sniffle*
>Shit, she really is crying
"You, uh, you okay?"
>"No. No I'm not"
"You wanna explain what the hell that was just now?"
>"The first time I actually get a chance to haunt someone and I fuck it up. Story of my life. Unlife. Whatever"
>Wow, okay, was not expecting this
"Well. Um. If it makes you feel better you really scared me there for a minute"
>"Whatever"
>Quick, Anon, think of something
"So why are you haunting that floppy?"
>"Because I'm a ghost and it seemed like a cool and spooky idea that's why"
>No arguing with that logic, you suppose
"So...why try to kill people who watch it?"
>"I wasn't actually going to *kill* you. Just...scare you."
"And then?"
>"...I hadn't thought that far..."
"Well if you're still up for spooking, I might have an idea..."
>"What?"
"I could give the floppy back to Dash and you could spook her."
>"Uh, didn't she already pass on the floppy in time?"
"Yeah, I'll just tell her nothing happened and that she should rewatch the video. Then in a week you'll just spook her again!"
>"...But what am I going to do until then?"
"...You hungry? You kinda ruined my dinner, but I have some instant raman I could cook up"
>"Yeah okay"
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This first green inspired by the ghostflorb posts above. I hope it brought some enjoyment to someone out there.

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Story 2 (by Anonymous):

Reminds me of the other Ghost!Floorb prompt where she's haunting the apartment Anon lives in, messing around with his underwear drawer, trying to log on his computer, watching him shower and ghostly giggling, and snuggling up with him at night, making a cold spot in the bed.
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>Anon is spooked at first when he suspects his home to be haunted.
>Things never get too out of hand, though.
>They never escalate beyond moved objects, underwear rifling, and suspected voyeurism.
>To hopefully quell any real scary shit down the road, Anon even starts to try to accommodate his potential ghost, like leaving his computer on and the browser open when he leaves the house.
>That stops after his computer is loaded up with viruses and porn ads.
>After that, he also starts wearing swim trunks in the shower.
>Over the year, though, Anon grows comfortable, and even starts to communicate with his house guest.
>He get's alphabet fridge magnets for them to leave him limited messages, which lets him know their name ins Floorb, and gets cable so they can be entertained with something that can't get viruses.
>He even sits down and watches tv with them, made aware of when he's doing so by a cold spot against his side.
>Things are going pretty well.
>Until Anon becomes terminally ill.
>It's cancer, and ponies simply don't know how to treat it in humans.
>It takes him quickly, and Anon finds himself in bed more often then not.
>The cold spot migrates to join him there, and the man takes solace in the fact that he has a friend to share his final days with.
>Eventually, he falls asleep for the last time, passing peacefully without even realizing it.
>In fact, the first thing he's even aware of after his death is a mare he's never met snuggled into his side.
"Ah!"
>"Ah!"
"Who the hell are you!" Anon shouts, scrambling back.
>"Wh-what? You can see me?"
"Of course I can! What, you thought home invaders are magically gifted with invisibility?"
>"Well, you never could before..." the mare mumbled, eyes dropping to land on a third figure in the bed.
>Both she and Anon go rigid when they notice the body.
>At first, Anon is about to yell at the sleeping douche, but the words die in his throat as he takes in the man's features.
>He tries to convince himself he's wrong.
>Surely this stranger just looks like him.
>Yes, there's another human in Equestria he hasn't heard about who looks like a gaunt skeleton.
>The illusion is cracked when he notices the man's still chest.
>It shatters completely when the mare looks back up to him and mutters, "You... you died."
>Then reality sets in, and Anon is overtaken by despair, burying his face in his hands.
>The sobs that follow would have robbed him of breath normally, left him gasping, but now he has no such limitations, and he merely remains hunched over, crying, mourning the loss of his life.
>No amount of mental preparation could have prepared him for this.
>There's no telling how long he would have remained like this had it not been for a pair of warm hooves wrapping around his shoulders.
>"Shh, it's okay," the mare whispers, rocking him back and forth gently. "I know this is scary, Anon, but you're not alone. I'm here for you."
>Anon's sobs begin to slow and he bends his head up to look at the mare.
>Her mane is long and black, shining in the morning light that manages to peek around the window shades.
>Her coat is off-white and mostly covered by a rumpled brown hoodie.
>And her eyes, despite looking tired, are full of kindness.
"Who- who are you?" Anon finds himself asking.
>The mare gives a small smile.
>"Your roomie."
>Anon's about to ask what the hell she's talking about, but then it clicks and his eyes go wide.
"Floorb?" he breathes, getting the mare to frown a little.
>"It's Floor Bored, but you didn't have enough letters."
>Despite himself, Anon huffs a quick laugh.
"Sorry, I got them from a bargain bin at a resale shop. Couldn't you have just rearranged the letters around, though?"
>She blushes.
"Well, moving stuff as a ghost takes a lot of emotional energy, so it was easier said then done."
"That didn't stop you from visiting thirteen different porn sites on my computer and clicking through over a hundred videos."
>Her blush deepens.
>"Horniness is an emotion, too."