Author's Note: What's up, people? I understand that Halloween is a long ways off, but I had this ideaafterHalloween was over, and I needed to write it while the idea was fresh in my head. Besides, mostTreehouse of Horrorepisodes air after Halloween. So if you want to be a troll, then I suggest you go away and find something to do other than hate on people. Otherwise, enjoy!

I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or The Simpsons. MLP is owned by Hasbro, Lauren Faust, and The Hub. Simpsons is owned by 20th Century Fox and Matt Groening.

YEARS AFTERWARD UPDATE: I had an idea for a story involving Rarity, so I'm changing the storyteller to Apple Bloom. Yes, I know this hasn't been updated in over two years, but fret not! It will continue… eventually.

It was a crisp autumn evening in Ponyville, and ponies of all ages were enjoying themselves at the annual Nightmare Night festival. I could talk for hours about the festivities, the ponies who were attending, and what they were wearing, but I won't. Instead, let's take a look at three little fillies who just happened to be attending. These young fillies had yet to earn their cutie marks, a marking on their flank signifying one's special talent. As such, they called themselves the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "This is awesome!" proclaimed Scootaloo, an orange Pegasus with a purple mane who was dressed as a Splinter Cell troop. "I know!" said Sweetie Belle, a white unicorn with a lavender mane, who was dressed like a witch, "I've never seen so many ponies in costumes! Except, maybe, at last year's festival." "'An how!" spoke Apple Bloom, a light yellow Earth pony with a red mane and western drawl. She was dressed as the famous Wild West outlaw, Filly the Kid. "So, girls" she said, "Since we haven't gotten our cutie marks yet, I suggest we try to earn 'em here!" The other fillies agreed. "But how are we gonna' earn them?" asked Sweetie Belle, who was rather slow to catch on. "Maybe our special talent is telling scary stories!" chimed Scootaloo, putting extra emphasis on the last two words. "Yeah! Perfect!" cheered Apple Bloom "We're bound to get our cutie marks that way!" And so, the three fillies gathered at a picnic table near the pumpkin carving booth. "Who wants to go first?" asked Apple Bloom. Neither of her filly friends answered. "All right, Ah geuss I'll go first," said Apple Bloom "Ah'm gonna' read a poem I wrote in school," the filly announced "It's called The Owl."

(A/N: The following story is an adaption of The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. The narration will be in italicswhile text describing what is happening will be in regular formatting.)

The setting of our story is at Twilight's library, where Spike is sleeping on an armchair in a bathrobe.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curios volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, fully napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As someone gently rapping, rapping at my library door.

Spike opened his eyes halfway, rather groggy from being woken, quickly returns to his nap. "'Tis some visitor," he muttered, "Tapping at my library door. Only this, and nothing more." Spike yawned as he returned to his sleep.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November,

And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore

For the rare and radiant maiden whom Celestia named Lenore

Nameless here for evermore.

Spike approaches a large painting of Rarity, with the words "Lenore" engraved below. "Oh, Lenore..." he moaned.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each red curtain

Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my library door,

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my library door,

This it is, and nothing more."

Spike is walking around in circles, nervousley repeating to himself, "'Tis some late visitor entreating entrance at my library door. Only this and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger

Hesitating then no longer

Spike stops and calls out "Sir! Or Mare, or somepony somewhere, truly your forgivness I implore. But I was napping, and then you came rapping. And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my library door. That I scarce was sure I heard you." No answer. Spike opened the door, met with nothing.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams nopony has ever dared to dream before

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"

This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"

Merely this, and nothing more.

Spike closes the door and walks back to the armchair nervously, saying "Surley, surley that is something at my window lattice. Let me see what this is, let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore." Spike stood still for a moment, the wind blowing gently against the window. With that, Spike said "'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter,

When with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately owl of the saintly days of yore

Owlysious flies in and perches himself on the door

Not the least gesture made he, not a minute stopped or stayed he,

But, with appearance of lord or lady, perched above my library door

Perched upon a bust of Faust just above my library door

Perched, and sat, and nothing more

Spike just laughs. "I was afraid of an owl?" Spike chuckles and walks over to Owlysious. "Though you're crest looks like it was shorn by a towel, surley you are no fowl, ghastly grim and ancient owl wandering from the nightly shore, tell my what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the owl, "Nevermore."

But the owl, sitting lonely on the placid bust,

Spoke only that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered

Spike muttered, "Other friends have flown before, he'll leave tomorrow, as my hopes have flown before." Quoth the owl, "Nevermore."

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were carrying some big thing full of perfume, making Spike cough. "Wretch!" Spike cried "Thy Celestia hath lent thee, by these angels she hath sent thee. Respite and nepenthe from my memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the owl, "Nevermore." Spike became enraged. "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" he shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Release the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the owl, "Nevermore!" "Okay, that does it!" Spike yelled, lunging at Owlysious. The owl simply flew up, causing Spike to hit the wall. As he fell to the ground, the bust of Alicorn Faust landed and shattered upon his head. Owlysious flew up near the top of one of the many bookcases. Spike followed on one of those ladder carts they have in librarys. Spike climbed up the ladder and avoided various books thrown by Owlysious. Spike lunged at the bird and missed, grabbing one of the bookcase shelves to save himself. He climbed the bookcase, avoiding a series of more books dropped by the darn owl. Owlysious, who had ran out of books on the top shelf, quickly wondered what to do, before being nabbed by Spike. "Gotcha!" Spike yelled. Owlysious resorted to pecking Spike's hand. Spike let go of the owl and fell to the ground, unconcious.

And the owl, never flitting, to this day is still sitting,

Sitting on the broken bust of Faust just above my library door

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming

And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Sometime later, Twilight opened the door to the library. "Spike, I'm back from Canterlot!" she called. She gasped upon seeing that the library was a complete mess. She looked up and saw Owlysious. "What happened?" she asked herself. Owlysious then said "Nevermore." Twilight fainted from shock and exhaustion, while Owlysious creepily turned to the camera.