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 Leaves—a 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.
It’s also a really good song.
“What exactly is the story your grandmother told you?” Twilight asked, summoning a brilliant plumed quill and parchment from what seemed to be thin air. “For posterity.”
“Uh… Wasn’t much of a story,” Applejack said. “She told us the farmhouse grew here. Not how it is now—it used to be smaller, and the farmhouse grew a new room before each new child was born.”
“Approximately how long before the birth did the room materialize?” Twilight asked, her quill scribbling madly as she inspected a nearby doorframe. “Excuse me—grow?”
Applejack chuckled. “That’s 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.”
“Mm-hm…” Twilight murmured. “And the other children?”
“Er… I couldn’t say,” Applejack admitted. “My granny tended to talk in stories. You ever know anypony like that?”
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.
“What about your younger sister?” Twilight asked. “Apple… something. Do you remember a new room growing before she was born?”
“Uh… that’s where things get a mite complicated,” Applejack said. “See, there was a bit of a… a fallin’ out. A few, actually. Who was or wasn’t considered a member of the Apple family was a bit of a sore subject when our generation was comin’ up.”
Twilight asked no follow-up questions. She scribbled down a bit of information on her parchment, then poofed her materials away. “Thank you, Applejack. I’ll be running some tests out of my lab in the Library. Do you think I could come back tomorrow to collect more samples?”
“More… samples?” Applejack repeated.
“Yes.” Twilight pointed to the doorframe. “I took a small splinter. As well as some dust from the floors. I hope that was alright—I can put it back.”
“Yes. I can put it back if you’d like.”
A small smile broke across Applejack’s face. She shook her head. “Naw. I think we’ll be able to get on without it, Ms. Sparkle.”
Twilight nodded—just once, sharp and curt. “I’ll be going, then.”
Twilight blushed as the farmer swept in beside her. “And, um… you can call me Twilight.”
Applejack smiled as she opened the front door and waved the tiny unicorn through. “Pleasure meeting you, Twilight,” she said. “And I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
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