Another Paranormal Pony Tale

Easter Sunday started with a text from The Pony.

"I have a dry cough that started last night. Not entirely sure if it's being sick, or just from me having a window open during a storm. This one wasn't opened much, so I think there was a lot of weird dirt and mildew somewhere in the frame."

"Might be allergies."

"Yeah. There's also a scratch on the outside of my window."

"Weird."

"It wasn't there before. It shouldn't be there, since there's an intact screen on the outside."

"You know my feelings on this!"

"It's either a scratch or a crack on one side! Either way should not be there on the window I opened for the first time in 3 years and fell asleep with it open."

"Yes. It shouldn't be there."

I even mentioned this to Hick, adding that when he moves out, The Pony will probably be charged for a cracked window! Anyhoo...at 11:11 p.m. Sunday night, I heard from The Pony again. He's noticed that time for the last two nights, and sent me a text.

"11:11 again! With my phone at 11%."

"Yes. I would have missed it. I was writing about you for my supersecret blog."

"Remember that crack/scratch in the window I mentioned?"

"Yes..."

"I just heard something knock on it while I was looking out, with nothing there. It's now a much longer scratch."

"Yikes! Maybe it was just the cracking. Or maybe someone tossing pebbles from the ground."

"Again, there's a screen."

"Maybe something is trying to get OUT!"

"The marks are on the outside of the window before the screen."

"You know my solution."

"Close the shades and ignore it?"

"Stop messing with Ouija and that music."

HERE'S WHERE IT GETS CREEPY...

That message did not go through. Underneath it, on my new used iPhone 8, were red letters saying Not Delivered. And a red exclamation mark in a circle.

"Don't know why my phone didn't deliver that message. I'll try again."
AGAIN: Not Delivered. Red exclamation.

"Stop messing with Ouija and that music."
AGAIN: Not Delivered. Red exclamation.

"?"

"That's my solution."
AGAIN: Not delivered. Red exclamation.

"My phone isn't sending." 

Flash to Monday at 9:07 a.m. The Pony texted again.

"It was 70 yesterday. We're supposed to get snow tonight."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Not anything that will stick, but it says to expect some snow showers overnight."

"Did you ever get my message last night?"

"Not sure? The last one I got last night from you is, ironically, "my phone isn't sending."

"TWICE I tried to send my advice about your window! Stop messing with Ouija and that music. Both times it said "Not Delivered." SOMETHING didn't want you getting that advice!"

"That's like telling YOU to stop messing with your conspiracies!"

"Yet your phone delivered THAT message!"

"Your conspiracies clearly don't want you to keep looking into them!"

"Heh, heh."

Good one, Pony. Ya got me.