We walked along the hallway in complete silence. I looked around my home for the next while. The windows were boarded up, sometimes flashes of lightning lighting up the hallways. The wallpaper was peeling off, and in certain parts, just holes, oozing red glop.
The mare stopped in front of a door, and I almost ran into her. We had stopped in front of a door marked with the number 205.
"Well, here we are." The mare chirped." I hope everything is to your pleasing."
I pulled open the door, hearing the hinges squeak. I didn't know what I expect, but it wasn't this. There was only a bed, table and a cabinet. There was a framed picture of a dog over the bed. Also, there was a window, but it was locked tightly shut.
As I walked more into the room, I noticed a stain on the floor. Upon closer inspection, I found it to be blood.
I felt sick to my stomach and turned to my hostess for an answer.
"I see you found the left over from our last guest. I guess you can say it was an axe-cident." She chuckled darkly. I honestly didn't want to imagine that poor pony's fate.
I walked over to the window wanting to reach out and open it when:
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. One guest did, and, well…" I quickly backed away. "Good choice." I turned away, and faced the cabinet." You might also want to keep that closed."
I spun around, and saw my hostess standing behind the door "By the way, I'm Derpy. Ring if you need anything. And enjoy your stay."
She closed the door with a soft click. I heard a soft mutter "For eternity."
I was thinking of just getting some sleep, when I heard something. I trotted to the door, and pushed it open.
At first, it was faint, but as it grew louder, I could identify the noise as singing.
"Do you know, who ah am? They call me Honest Mare!"
That repeated again, until a form appeared out of the gloom. First to come was the light radiating off an orange and gray source. Then to follow was the body.
It was a light orange mare. She had a blond mane and tail, both in red pony tails. She had freckles and green eyes. She was suspended by something attached to her Stetson.
She whizzed past, still singing the displeasing song. "Do you know, who ah am? They call me Honest Mare!" until she was swallowed whole once again by the darkness.
I turned back to my room, when I heard a suspicious noise from the cabinet. When I got close enough, the doors banged open by themselves. Inside was Derpy. "There's one thing I still need to tell you. Here, curiosity can, and might, kill you. I recommend keeping your snout out of places it doesn't belong, unless you want to find it bloody."
She jumped out of the cabinet, and went to the door. I saw, dislodged, in the back of her head, was a coat hanger.
"Good night!" she said, before shutting the door.