The Corner That Kept Moving

Rarity’s pale-blue ribbon kept sliding off her curled purple mane.

“Stay put,” she muttered, biting the ribbon’s end like a seamstress.

Applejack walked beside her in the yellow hallway. “Sugarcube, this place sure loves corners.”

Rainbow Dash aimed her phone light ahead. “No service. Great.”

Pinkie bounced once, then stopped. “Okay, even I’m creeped out.”

The carpet looked dry, but the flashlight made it seem like it rippled.

Rarity’s hooves clicked. The buzz of the lights never changed, even when they turned and turned.

A tiny sob floated from ahead.

“Hello?” Rarity called.

A small, see-through ghost peeked around the wall, shaking

The Sudden Wet Spot

The small ghost—see-through like foggy glass—hid his face.

Rarity lowered her head. “Hello, darling. Are you hurt?”

Rainbow Dash flapped once. “We can just fly out!”

The ghost squeaked, and the lights flashed hard. Water bloomed across the carpet in fast puddles.

“Whoa!” Applejack yelped as her hooves slid.

Pinkie grabbed Rarity’s tail, but all four ponies skated forward anyway, right through the corner like it was soft.

They tumbled into a bright laundromat room. Washers thumped. The air smelled like soap.

The ghost floated after them, clutching Rarity’s pale-blue ribbon.

“It keeps the hall calm,” he whispered.