“Uh huh.” Far Sight looked down at the kid with tired eyes. It had been a long night. His partner, Iron Side, was inspecting the house top to bottom with several other guards, removing blockages to different rooms. There were some odd things: a string connecting a rocking chair to an empty bathroom upstairs; the mezzanine was covered in cloth and blankets; every door and window upstairs was open; the floor was littered with some old Nightmare Night smoke pellets that Far Sight hadn’t seen in years, and here was this filly and her friends swearing up and down they had actually summoned the Bogey Pony, This had all the hallmarks of a very elaborate Nightmare Night prank. Minus the magic of course, Far Sight couldn’t sense any serious spell usage occurring here recently, which meant it was all done by hoof. “Look kid, this place is condemned. You lot should never have been here.”