Ponyville Haunting (Part 1)

>"Spike, please," Twilight begins, flipping through a book aloofly.

"But Twilight, he's REAL. I'm telling you the truth!"

>"Spike," Twilight says, shaking her head and sighing to herself, "Ghosts aren't real."

"Twi, really, it's true! You gotta believe me!"

>Another sigh from Twi this time as she gets up and trots to you. "Spike," she says, placing a hoof on your shoulder. "You're far too old to be still believing in ghosts. It's just unscientific."

>Of course she didn't believe you. Figures. If you couldn't test it, then Twi was sure to brush it under the table.

"Twi," you say as you take her hoof off your shoulder, "I know it sounds crazy, and maybe I am, but he's REAL. His name is An-"

>"I don't have time for this, Spike. If you need me, I'll be studying in my room."

>With that, she trots off, leaving you alone in the foyer of the library.

>Great. Now your best friend didn't believe you and probably thought you were insane. THAT'S awesome.

>You want to go blow off steam by fixing up that old pair of gauntlets, but you freeze as you see your own breath in the suddenly chilled room.

>Your scales get a nervous itching feeling underneath them, and you already know what's going to happen.

"Okay. Come out."

>A low laugh chuckles through the air as a spectral green figure melts through a book case.

>"Seems your friend didn't buy your story, Spike."

"Of course not, Anonymous. Ghosts don't exist."

>The being slinks around you, grinning.

>"Then I guess I'm a fib, huh?"

"Look, I know you're real. I get that. But... can you at least prove to the others that you're real?"

>"My my, and what kind of ghost would I be if I just started showing myself to everyone?"

"A friendly ghost?" you ask.

>"Please," Anon scoffs, floating about the room. "Like I told you before, you need me."

"I don't need some specter floating around my house."

>"No," he says, twisting behind you, "You do. Ghost contract and all."

"Ghost what?"

>"Ghost contract. I'm stuck here until I'm deemed worthy of 'crossing over.' Only way to do that is to help one of you fleshies."

"Fleshies?"

>"Meatbags, bag of bones, mortals, whatever you want me to call you. Point is, you're the only one who can see me, so that means you have something that needs helping."

>He's holding your shoulders with a devious grin. "So, what do you need help with, Spike?"

"Nothing," you say, swatting at him. Your claws just pass through him, but the air around him feels like ice. Anonymous frowns.

>"Come come, it's got to be something, doesn't it? Unfinished business? Revenge? Love of your life needs loving? I can help with all those."

"No dice. Just... leave me alone, alright? I'm busy anyway."

>You turn to leave but he just materializes in front of you. He seems miffed.

>"Look mister 'alive and well," I'm not leaving until I help you sort out your life. What does that entail, I don't know. Point is, you're stuck with me."

"...so you're-"

>"Haunting you, yes."

"Whoa whoa, what?"

>Haunting? Did he say he was haunting you?

>"Yup. Rules are rules. You're stuck with me, kid."

"No, no way!" you say, stamping a foot. "I never asked for a ghost to be loitering in this library, Anonymous. Go haunt someone el-"

>"Spike?" Twilight calls from the other room, "Are you alright?"

"Er- Yeah! Yup, just fine over here, Twi."

>"It sounds like you're talking to somepony."

>Your eyes dart from Twi's door and back to the ghost, his smile widening in an eerie blue glow. Before you can do anything, the spectre swoops through the air and phases into Twilight's room.

"Aw crap."

>You run to the door and swing it open only to find...

>Twilight...

>Dancing...

>By herself.

>"I like to sing-a, about the moon-a and the june-a and the spring-a! I like to sing-a!" sings Twilight as she prances around the room.

"Twi what are you-"

>Her eyes! It was that ghost, it had to be.

"Anonymous, quit it!"

>Suddenly Anon's head pokes out of Twi's chest, chuckling. "Just having a little fun, Spike, no worries. Besides, watch this."

>He disappears back inside your friend, and Twilight suddenly stands stiff.

>"Oooh, look at me!" says Twilight in a strange, mocking voice. "I'm Twilight Sparkle. I hate fun and I smell like swampy butts!"

"Seriously man, cut it out."

>"I write in my diary about boys and kittens and other girly shit! I have ovaries!" says possessed Twilight.

>Great. It's an immature ghost.

>Perfect.

"Dude."

>"Mmmyes?" says possessed Twilight, picking her snout with a hoof.

"Aw, gross man."

>Anonymous pokes his head out of Twilight's ass, cackling like an idiot. "Hey man," he says, "I can keep this up all day. If I'm stuck with someone who won't take my help, then I can get a kick out of dicking around with the other sacks of flesh now can't I?"

>Possessed Twilight then begins to ram books onto her horn while singing "Barbie Girl."

"Okay okay, jeez. Just stop messing with my friend's head. We'll play by your rules."

>Anonymous eyes you warily before melting out of Twilight's body, the unicorn stumbling about as she comes down from being the host of a ghost.

>A ghost host, if you will.

>"Alighty then, Spikey," says the phantom, smiling. "I help you with big important things in your life, and eventually I'm gone. Poof! Just like magic."

"You better be telling me the truth," you say to him cautiously. "No hurting my friends. Got it?"

>"The ghost bows his head a bit and winks. "Of course. Now if you don't mind-"

>Suddenly the specter vanishes into your chest, your whole body feeling strange and cold.

"Hey!"

>"Oh calm down," says Anon's voice from inside your head. "I'm just getting used to the new home. Think of me as a backseat driver, if you will. You go about your business, and I get to chime in from time to time."

"I don't like the idea of a ghost in my body.." you say a bit warily.

>"Please, I prefer "spirit."

>This was going to be new...

 

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