The Fog Creature

This is my first creepypasta, accepting all comments, hate and good alike! :>
NOTE: My username is SomeRandomBread.
==Day 1==
Hello. My name is Samuel. I have a story to narrate. Please help.
On a fine day, I decided to call my best friends, Reese(TheAmazingCrafter), Jaime(BoatGirl200), Gregory(TryHardGUY) and Alice(CoffeeSweetGirl) to play Minecraft, as I was pretty much done with my studying, and I was bored.
We all got on a Skype call and got on our year-old realm.
As we were having fun showing off out goods, Gregory said that his bell rang and he was going to go and see who it was.
Little did he know that this was the last time his friends and parents would see him.
We went on to go mining as we were low on a couple of resources, and some other things.
I volunteered to go mining, as I love exploring, Alice and Reese went looking for red sand, and Jaime went chopping trees, as we were making a castle.
I went into a cave I found near an ocean, hoping to find awesome stuff.
Soon I found lots of iron, coal, diamonds, Redstone and gold. But I noticed one thing odd in the cave.
Fog everywhere.
I was a little stumped, as my render distance was on 23 chunks, but I ignored all the fog and continued mining.
Then all of a sudden, Reese asked this:
<TheAmazingCrafter> Hey, has Greg [unintelligible]
<Me> Huh?
<Me> Wydm?
<TheAmzingCrafter> Gregory is [unintelligible]
<CoffeeSweetGirl> Hey Reese, is this a prank?
Then Reese sent this in the chat:
<TheAmazingCrafter> 49742068617320626567756e2e
I've read enough creepypastas to know that, in this situation, all you have to do is take a screenshot and run. But I couldn't take a screenshot, whenever I tried taking one, all it said was:
596f75207368616c6c206e6f742e
I quickly opened my browser and pasted it into the address bar, and it said it was hexadecimal code. 
I opened a Hex translator and pasted the first code into the translator, and it said: 
It has begun. 
The next code was: 
You shall not. 
I got into a private chat with Alice and the conversation was: 
<Alice> What? 
<Me> It's Reese. Did he do anything odd? 
<Alice> Yeah, he just ran off a few minutes later, and I got a /w msg and it said :>. 
<Me> Wut :| 
<Alice> I thought it was a pr- 
Alice suddenly cut the call, and Skype closed. 
I was beginning to freak out, and my mom and dad weren't home. 
I closed Minecraft and went on to my PlayStation 4. Maybe all of this is a bad dream, I thought. 
That's when I realized something. 
Someone was here. 
In the living room. 
Instinctively, I ran back into my room and locked the door. 
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialled 100. 
You shall face the fog, was the response I got. 
I tried calling my parents, but I got the same message. 
I and my parents live in an individual house, and we were on the first floor, and i suddenly got an idea. 
I quickly opened my window and ran like the wind, as fast as I could. 
Gregory lived a street away from me, and Jaime lived next to him. 
Gotta tell Jaime, I thought. 
I ran to Jaime's house first. 
I heard a scream, from upstairs. 
The front door was broken open, and I ran up Jaime's stairs. 
What is that? 
There was a thing. Something. 
It was holding what looked like a wrench. 
Jaime and her dad were in a corner, and I had never seen Jaime look so terrified. 
Quickly, before the thing could turn around, I spotted a plank and smacked the thing with it. 
It barely flinched, but I did manage to knock it over. 
Me: JAIME! MR.BELLANGER! RUN! 
The thing was, for some reason, staring at me, and, reluctantly, I looked at it. 
No. 
I couldn't look at it for some reason, and Mr Bellanger and Jaime were running, so I figured I'd better run too. 
Before I took even one step, something clutched my throat. 
I wanted to shout, but my windpipe was getting crushed. 
Y̷̡͂̆̑͛͒͋͠ơ̸̢̠̯̮̜̠̣̠̳͆͐͘ų̶̧̖̪̪̯̟̳̥̿͌ ̸̳̻̬̅̉͝ͅȁ̶̤̻̥͚̹̺̻̞̱̓̽͜ŗ̶̧̢͍̞̬̦̜͔͕̀̾͑͋͠e̶̢͓̗̟̞̯̬̞̻̻͒̆̏̑͑͋͘̕ ̷̡̛̯̪̻̠̽̎s̶͔̘͔̪͊̈́̽͊̿̈͘t̵̞́̈́ă̷͓̝̺̜̓̉̚͝ŷ̶̭̣̯͔̃̃̊̾̿͛̕̚ī̵̹̦̹͖̲̳̼͊͑̽̾͌͘͜n̸͓͓̹̅͐͛̇͒́̾̃́̆g̶̼̺̘͙̥̔̌̊̇̏̎.̶͖̳̎̀̏̀̏̒͛̇̄͜, 
"Not", said Mr Bellanger. 
Y̷̜̼̮̪̺̩̠͊̇̏̆̋͝ē̶͕̫̯̱̠̙̖͎̃͂̆̒̄̓̕̕͠s̸͍̟̬͉͍̞͒̐̾͠ ̷͚̤̰͍̈̂͊̀̄̔͘ͅÿ̴̭̘̰͎̮͉̋͐̋̂̊͐̾̆o̷̗̥͚̾́́̀̓͋u̴͓̻̝͌͐̌͘ ̵̩̲̬̙̺͈̪͒͗̊̇̄̄̓͝A̶̧̤̮͎̻̋Ṙ̸̨͙̯̭̥̜̮͚̲̇̉̐̔̑̂͛̎ͅÈ̸͔͇͕͈̍͛̑͊. 
From the stairs came Gregory, with a knife. 
I was losing air fast. 
Suddenly, the thing let go of me. 
Fog. 
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