It was a dark, and stormy night. A family was sleeping peacefully in their home, but one of the children were scared. Terrified. He was only 7, and he just watched a horror movie with his big sister. There was a horrible monster living in the closet, which he did not know of. That one night, he decided that he was hearing noises from inside those two doors. It was an eerie song. It seemed to creep through his room. My little... My little... He went to open the twin doors, when he heard a faint, neighing sound. He started to back away, as the doorknob started to glow bright orange. It turned. The door slowly opened, and the music grew louder. My little pony. My little pony. He ran to his bed, where he hid under the sheets, hoping it would stop. He peered out of his fortress of solitude, and the door was closed, but the music seemed to grow louder. And suddenly, the music stopped, just as sudden as it began. He was petrified. He couldn't speak. Hardly moving, he covered himself again. He peered out again, and it... It was there. A small, dark figure with luminescent orange hair, and glowing orange eyes. It asked, with a deep, low voice, "Why are you afraid? I am your friend. Friendship is magic."