The night was cold dark and silent. A full moon sat in the sky. A chilling wind blew through the trees and softly an owl hooted in the distance as Scootaloo Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle all met near the front of the school not long after sundown.
"Did you girls have any trouble sneaking out," Sweetie Belle asked her friends.
"No, I put a pillow under my blankets so Apple Jack shouldn't know I'm gone," Apple Bloom replied.
"I told Rarity that I was I would be spending the night at a friend's house. How about you Scootaloo what did you tell your parents," Apple Bloom asked.
"Well, I told them that I would be having a sleep over at Rainbow Dash's house," the purple haired child responded apprehensively as she gazed at the spooky moonlit school.
All the doors were locked tight so the three young girls had to climb in through a first story side window. In despite their best effort to entire silently through the window they three children fell down from the window sill and landed on the ground inside the classroom with a thud.
"Is everyone OK," Groaned Apple Bloom.
"We're OK." Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle groaned in response as they all stood up and looked around the dark room.
"This looks like the science lab," Sweetie Belle commented as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She then turned around suddenly and cried out in fear as she greeted by the sight of a skeleton standing in the corner.
"Be quiet," Apple Bloom told her.
The girls then stumbled through the dark room for a minute trying to find the door. They dare not turn on the lights for fear of someone outside the school see it and discovering them. After they managed to get to the door and make their way into the hallway they stopped for a short moment and looked around. The school which was once so bright and full of life and movement and that seemed so familiar to them now appeared to be dark cold empty and still. It was as if they were seeing the school for the very first time. They stood there in the cold dark silence of that hallway without moving a muscle for what seemed like an eternity.
"So, what do you girls wanna do first? We can run around all over the school or we could and make a mess with the paints in the art room or we could spray paint all the locks red," Sweetie Belle exclaimed in a voice that was load enough to wake the dead.
"Shhh!" Scootaloo whispered. Placing her hand over Sweetie Belle's mouth. "Be Quiet! What if someone hears you! We could get into a lot of trouble if we get busted," Scootaloo warned her friend in a spooked tone of voice.
"Stop being such a chicken. No one is around. We're all alone here," answered Sweetie Belle after she pulled Scootaloo's hand away from her mouth. "Or maybe your just afraid that the ghost will get ya!" Sweetie Belle playfully teased Scootaloo.
"I am not a chicken," the purple eyed girl shot back.
"Be quiet," interjected Apple Bloom. "We'll all friends here and we shouldn't fight. Besides, I know what we can do first," the redhead said turning to her friends with a excited smile. "Let's go to Miss. Cheerilee's classroom do the one thing that we've always talked about doing there," she whispered.
"Y-Y-You mean," Sweetie Belle stammered.
"Oh! Yes," Apple Bloom giggled devilishly.
"I can't believe were actually going to do this! This is going to be amazing," Apple Bloom said as she and her two friends walked slowly and quietly down the dark cold hallway towards Miss. Cheerilee's classroom and opened the door and walked inside.
Scootaloo eyes kept darting in every direction as she kept a sharp look out for anything that looked like a ghost.
"You girls ready for this," an enthusiastic Apple Bloom said as she handed each of her friends a sheet of stickers with gold stars on them. They all proceed to stick as many gold stars as they could on a chart that hung on the wall of the classroom that had all of the students names of Miss. Cheerilee's class on it. The three girls giggled and laughed together happily as they put as many stickers as they could manage next to their names.
"So, what do you want to do now," Apple Bloom asked after she and and Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle finished sticking the last of their gold stars on the chart.
"I know what we can do next just follow me," Sweetie Belle answered as she lead the way out of the classroom and headed towards the library.
"Woo! Hooo!" Cheered Scootaloo. Forgetting her fears for a moment as she sat on one end of a wooden rolling book cart and was sent sailing across the library and out its front doors into the hallway.
"Yeah! Go! Scootaloo! Go," Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle both cheered together as they pushed the cart their friend was sitting on with all their ten-year-old might.
The girls all took turns pushing each other on the rolling cart to try and see who could roll the furthest. After that the girls took the opportunity to practice some their best dance moves with each other atop the library's tables whilst singing like a bunch of nincompoops. Once they had finished in the library they all walked down the hallway where Scootaloo saw something standing in a glass case that was in the middle of the hallway. It's was the hall monitor's sash. She always wanted to be a hall monitor but principle Celestia would never let her. The orange skinned female stopped and slid open the glass case and slowly removed the sash and placed it on herself, feeling very powerful.
"That looks good on you," Apple Bloom remarked as she watched her friend put it on.
The girls then went to the cafeteria where after looking around inside the kitchen they discovered a box twelve apple flavored cup cakes with pink frosting inside one of the refrigerators.
"These cupcakes are good," Apple Bloom said with her mouth half full. As she and her friends sat atop one of the metal tables in the kitchen.
"Oh! Yeah! Their great," Sweetie Belle replied stuffing another cupcake in her mouth.
"Delicious," Scootaloo added reaching for another cupcake.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Say do you girls hear that," Scootaloo asked nervously as she heard what sounded like foot falls from down the hallway.
"Your just hearing things," retorted Sweetie Belle.
"No. I hear it too," Apple Bloom gasped in alarm as she jumped off the table with her friends and they all looked around for a place to hide. "Someone is coming! We have to get out of here now!"
They all scampered as fast as they could into the walk-in refrigerator and closed the door behind themselves and did their best to stay low to the floor as not to be seen. The thee ten-year-old girls huddled together shaking in fear. Their hearts pounded! Their pulses raced! Their young minds were in a flurried panic of dread! All they could do was hold their breath and close their eyes as the sound of the foot falls came closer and closer! The Cutie Mark Crusader's night of fun had now become a night of terror!
Tap, Tap, Tap, the sound of the footsteps came closer and close and stopped just outside the door of the walk-in refrigerator where the girls where hiding.
"I just wanna go home! This is just a bad dream! Someone please help us! The ghost is going to get us," the three-young girl thought desperately to themselves in fear!
Then suddenly there came a banging noise from out in the hallway. The three crusaders all simultaneously slowly breathed a long sigh of relief as the heard the foot falls move away in the direction of the banging sound.
"I don't know about you girls but I think we should all get out of here and head home now before we all get turned into ghost food," Scootaloo stated in a shaky tone of voice as she slowly stood up and reached for the door handle that was on the inside of the refrigerator door and discovered that it was not working!
"No! No! No!" Exclaimed Scootaloo in a panic as she tried frantically to open the door.
The girls spent the next few minutes trying to open the door with no luck.
"Don't tell me that we're locked in! We'll freeze to death in here, a frightened Scootaloo fretted aloud.
"I don't want to become an apple sickle!" Proclaimed Apple Bloom in dread filled anxiety!
After sitting inside the dark cold refrigerator for what seemed like forever they heard the sound of someone jiggling the door handle from the outside. They huddled together in fear from what might be on the other side of the door.