Fate wants me to write an evil Twijack fic REALLY bad.
#25 on my Spotify Wrapped was Haunted, by Poe. Poe has received some attention recently for writing some (very good) original songs for the (very good) game Alan Wake II. The reason this song from her 2004 album is on my Spotify Wrapped is because it was written as a companion to the novel House of Leavesāa fantastic piece of experimental horror literature written by her brother, Mark Z. Danielewski. The siblings worked in tandem on the novel and the album, and released them at the same time.
Itās also a really good song.
āWhat exactly is the story your grandmother told you?ā Twilight asked, summoning a brilliant plumed quill and parchment from what seemed to be thin air. āFor posterity.ā
āUhā¦ Wasnāt much of a story,ā Applejack said. āShe told us the farmhouse grew here. Not how it is nowāit used to be smaller, and the farmhouse grew a new room before each new child was born.ā
āApproximately how long before the birth did the room materialize?ā Twilight asked, her quill scribbling madly as she inspected a nearby doorframe. āExcuse meāgrow?ā
Applejack chuckled. āThatās a funny story, actually: she likes to say that the house knew she was pregnant with my daddy before even she did. Gave her husband a scare.āĀ
āMm-hmā¦ā Twilight murmured. āAnd the other children?ā
āErā¦ I couldnāt say,ā Applejack admitted. āMy granny tended to talk in stories. You ever know anypony like that?ā
āNo,ā Twilight replied.
Twilight crouched down to inspect the floorboards, pausing her manic note-taking only to run the tip of her quill along a seam and inspect the compacted dirt and dust which collected there. She made a face of moderate surprise and amusement, then jotted down more information.
āWhat about your younger sister?ā Twilight asked. āAppleā¦ something. Do you remember a new room growing before she was born?ā
āUhā¦ thatās where things get a mite complicated,ā Applejack said. āSee, there was a bit of aā¦ a fallinā out. A few, actually. Who was or wasnāt considered a member of the Apple family was a bit of a sore subject when our generation was cominā up.ā
Twilight asked no follow-up questions. She scribbled down a bit of information on her parchment, then poofed her materials away. āThank you, Applejack. Iāll be running some tests out of my lab in the Library. Do you think I could come back tomorrow to collect more samples?ā
āMoreā¦ samples?ā Applejack repeated.
āYes.ā Twilight pointed to the doorframe. āI took a small splinter. As well as some dust from the floors. I hope that was alrightāI can put it back.ā
āYes. I can put it back if youād like.ā
A small smile broke across Applejackās face. She shook her head. āNaw. I think weāll be able to get on without it, Ms. Sparkle.ā
Twilight noddedājust once, sharp and curt. āIāll be going, then.ā
āIāll show you out.ā
Twilight blushed as the farmer swept in beside her. āAnd, umā¦ you can call me Twilight.ā
Applejack smiled as she opened the front door and waved the tiny unicorn through. āPleasure meeting you, Twilight,ā she said. āAnd Iāll be seeing you tomorrow.ā
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