It Was That Night...

THIS STORY IS SIMPLY A CREEPYPASTA AND SHOULD NOT BE THOUGHT OF AS REAL. PLEASE DON'T EDIT THIS (THANK YOU)
IT WAS THAT NIGHT (SHORT [SCARY] STORY)
One stormy night... I was getting ready for bed, placing my swords and bows in my hand in case I needed to leap out of bed and defend myself in the middle of the night. Lightning cracked overhead and I shivered. Thunder boomed. Rain poured.
I clicked on my red-wool bed, prepared to sleep, so I was surprised when a message appeared in front of me: 'you may not sleep now, there are monsters nearby'. What? I thought I had killed all the monsters in my vicinity! I'm not going out again. Especially not tonight. A thunderstorm is the worst possible time to go out hunting monsters... Like creepers!!
I decided that I would just wait out the thunderstorm. It would pass soon...
Right?
Wrong.
I spent over two hours in my little wooden house, flinching at every noise and jumping at every shadow. Suddenly I heard the crackling of fire. I whipped around, horrified to see that a lightning strike had set my house on fire. I grabbed a bucket of water and quickly extinguished the flames. But my relief was battled with fear. That was too close. What were the chances of my house being struck by lightning? Less than zero- so what had happened?
I clicked on my bed again. The same message appeared. Seriously? I glanced out my window. It was nearly dawn- there was no point trying to sleep now. So I decided that I would go out looking for food. I had lost six whole hunger points- a piece of cooked mutton would do it. So I took what little food I had, two bread, and put it in my inventory. Grabbing my Sharpness 2 diamond sword, I prepared to go face the pouring rain outside.
I opened the door. The rain had cleared. Strange. I could have sworn it had still been raining two seconds ago... But never mind. I'm not going to complain. 
I glanced left and right, searching for any nearby monsters who might want to kill me. After all, I hadn't been able to sleep because of them. 
Nothing.
Wait... Were those footsteps I just heard?
I spun around, ready to fight a skeleton, creeper, zombie, enderman even- but I didn't see any of those. Instead, I turned to face a Steve. But this wasn't just any Steve. This player's eyes were blank, white and staring- at me.
I bolted inside my house and grabbed my stored up obsidian that until now, I had had no use for. Blocking the door, I layered my defences over and over. Soon almost my entire house was filled with obsidian.
I need to hide, I need to hide, I thought. I began digging a hole in the furthest corner from the door. I dug down without counting how far I went. My pickaxe was going to break soon despite it being an Unbreaking 3, Efficiency 5 diamond pick.
After a while, I felt I had dug down far enough. I hollowed out a small room around me and patched up my vertical tunnel with obsidian. Once I felt safe enough, I sat down and ate one bread. At least now I could sprint away if that white-eyed player came after me.
I checked my game settings and was shocked to find that Multiplayer was off. So... Did that mean that the player I had encountered wasn't a player? Were they- an entity? If so, how long would it take them to find where I was? Even if they didn't find and kill me I would probably starve to death. I had only one bread left.
Should I risk digging a tunnel and going up? I asked myself. What if that entity is following me? But.. There's a chance of finding a village, maybe, or mobs that I can kill for food!
I weighed the pros and cons of my situation. Pro, I could get food. Con, I could get killed by that entity.
It wouldn't be too bad, would it? I decided to risk it. I began digging upwards, placing a torch at my feet to ensure that I didn't get suffocated by falling sand or gravel. Eventually I saw the light of day.
I have some sticks, I thought. And some wood planks... I could build a ladder!
After a long ladder journey I finally reached the surface. I couldn't see my house- it was too far away. But fortunately, only a few blocks away from me, was a village! I dashed around, gathering wheat, carrots, potatoes and beetroots. I quickly crafted some bread and filled up my hunger bar. I attacked a few sheep as well and borrowed one of the village's many furnaces.
Maybe I could live here, I suggested to myself. There's food, shelter and everything else I need. And there's iron golems, too.
My thoughts were broken by the sound of footsteps.
Villagers don't make footstep sounds, I told myself slowly. 
I turned around. Staring at me were the same blank pupil-less eyes from before! The entity had followed me! The white-eyed Steve pulled out a diamond sword. I took out mine. But strangely enough, the entity didn't attack me. Instead, a message appeared in chat:
<Herobrine> Who are you and what are you doing here?
I shakily replied.
<MinecraftPro> I- I was just trying to survive! You were following me so I escaped and found this village!
<Herobrine> You thought you could escape me?
<MinecraftPro> Who are you?
<Herobrine> My name is Herobrine.
Herobrine? Wasn't he- oh no. My friends had told me all about him. They say that Herobrine haunts Minecraft, looking for players to scare from the game.
<MinecraftPro> Why are you following me?
<Herobrine> You seem like a worthy opponent.
What? Opponent? I'm not fighting Herobrine- apparently he's crazy strong and won't stop fighting until all his enemies are dead.
<MinecraftPro> I'm not fighting you. I have other things to do.
<Herobrine> Ok then... Suit yourself. But be warned.
Then Herobrine just straight up disappeared. Vanished. I stared, in shock. What had I just stumbled upon?
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