He Watches With No Eyes

"Is he gone?" Poison Apple asked, slumping down to the base of the tree.
"I sure hope so." Angel Sky sat down beside her, out of breath from the furious chase just moments ago.
"I wanna go home." Poison Apple sniffed.
"We can't. We told Chief that we'd find his bag, remember?" Angel Sky said, switching on the flashlight. She swept the beam around the area in front of them, thankful that it didn't reveal the pony that had been following them.
A snap of a twig, and the two mares were huddled together, quaking in fear.
"I-it's him..." Poison Apple squeaked.
"...Slenderpony." Angel Sky finished her sentence, terror dripping off of her voice.

Just a little thing I did after both Poison Apple and I watched somebody do a quick session of the horror game Slender. Pretty freaking scary. ;-;