Creepypasta Collection Book 3

The Tale of The Lost Narrator

There is a tale that lingers on the tongues of ponies in Equestria. A tale of a storyteller who would recount gruesome, horrific stories to anypony who would listen. She resides along the traveler trails that lead to major cities in Equestria. Only in the dead of night, she would appear out of the mist, her hoof steps echoing among the trees and moonlight. Most ponies didn't know what to make of her, considering the weathered cloak that covered her body and the glowing crimson eyes that shined through the leathery mask that hid her face. However, among the gruesome features of her exterior there was one thing that caught ponies' eyes: her hollowed out horn. It resembled the horn of a changeling on first glance, but upon closer inspection, one would realize it was rotting from the inside out.

There were documented cases of a unicorn horn-rot epidemic before the advancements of MediMagic, but that was before the time of the Princesses' reign. However, the horn upon this particular unicorn's head could still cast magic. Sufferers of Unicorn horn-rot were unable to use magic, with some extreme cases having the horn amputated. So for this mare to even have such an ability with her horn at that level of decomposition was mind-boggling.

Using this hollowed out horn, she created worlds for her listeners - worlds filled with agony and death, revenge and gore, darkness and despair. These stories gripped her listeners until the end of their telling; yet it wasn't until their closure that she would utter a single, ominous phrase.

"But nothing can compare to the loss of a Beloved."

With that, she would walk back into the dead of night, the lingering smell of rotting flesh trailing behind her.

Anypony unfortunate enough to hear her stories would have... a series of cursed events befall them. Events that mirrored the stories they had heard from The Lost Narrator.

And I know what you're thinking... It's just an old pony tale. Those kinds of stories never end up being true; merely tales woven by parents to scare their foals into listening. Those foals would grow into mares and stallions, and they pass on those stories to their children, and the cycle continues.

But with every story, there is some truth behind the words. The Lost Narrator was an actual pony who lived in Equestria, though she wasn't always known for the title bestowed upon her. And there is more to that story than a simple entity damning ponies for her pleasure.

So, let's start at the beginning.

For starters, The Lost Narrator wasn't her real name. She was just a simple unicorn mare named Curse Word who lived in a small town. She was known for having very colorful language. She spoke her mind and didn't care what others thought, even if she offended the ponies around her. She honestly believed that words were just words; powerless little entities that only had meaning if you gave them that power.

She lived in a little house in the middle of the town with her Beloved. They both loved each other very much. Many ponies aspired to have their relationship: to have a natural understanding for one another like they had. Curse Word's Beloved knew her better than she knew herself, and she knew her Beloved's heart was pure. However, no relationship is without flaw. They had fights like any other couple, but their understanding for each other outshone any conflict. Curse Word cherished her Beloved with all her heart.

In her little town, she was known for being a storyteller to the fillies and colts, as one cannot make a living on just foul language alone. Utilizing her magic, she would create images, music, and sounds that brought her stories to life. She would act out each one of them, pulling in her little listeners with such vivid detail. The foals were always left in awe. They would sit around for hours, listening to her stories of heroes conquering villains, good triumphing over evil, and happy moments within life. Curse Word always made sure to leave a lingering moral in each one of her stories. It was her own way of making sure she was helping those around her and ensuring that the good in ponies flourished.