The Journal

I recently moved into a new house, on the west side of rural Indiana. Made in the 1980s or so, it was not the most recent thing in the block. When cleaning out the attic, I discovered a small book with a tattered leather cover, stained and ripped pages, and the name Reece Chipchosky written in faded sharpie. Seems like a rather uncommon name. I also stumbled across an old Windows 7, which was released in 2009. Being the curious person I was, I decided to pocket it and get rid of the rest of the junk in the attic. 
Later that day, I plugged the computer in using the salvaged tech from the same packaging. I went back upstairs and opened the journal on my desk, taking care not to damage any of the pages. Many pages from the front were ripped off but after around eighteen tarnished pages, It read:
November 17th, 2011
-I heard a brand new game is being released tomorrow, a new 3D generation game made by Mojang, I think. I just got this computer for the sake of playing it, and I’m excited to try it out for the first time. 
November 18th, 2011
-Computer seemed to boot up properly. I’m thankful it was worth my money. I tried Minecraft out the other day, and I think I’m enjoying it a lot. I invited a couple friends over to try it out with me tomorrow. I noticed that there isn’t very many rules you have to play by, which is nice. I like the selection of blocks and animals. I have to go. Mom is calling.
November 20th, 2011
-I forgot to write the other day, but Joshua and Marcus came over. We had a lot of fun playing survival on the first night. They made houses while I gathered resources. The down-to-earth-ness is very nice to have. I do wish there were ways to turn the brightness up though, since it’s hard to see sometimes.
November 21st, 2011
-Haven’t done much today. Watched some cat videos on YouTube and went outside. 
November 28th, 2011
-Christmas is less than a month away. It’s Marcus’s birthday tomorrow. The weather has been a little weird. I can’t wait to play Minecraft again. 
I closed the book, with a mundane sigh, I placed it on the bedside table. I guess this computer was this kid’s, left behind from when the family left. 
I sat by the desk again and took a look through the applications. Internet explorer was on there, and the typical icons you would see. At least I had something to do in my free time, since my relatives aren’t coming to visit until next Sunday. The rest of the day was uneventful.
Next morning I woke up, to the sound of rain, made breakfast, and opened up the journal again.
December 3rd, 2011
-Mom and dad are fighting again. I wish they would stop. School is boring. I just want to hang with my friends. Alexa asked me to tutor her for the upcoming test. Maybe I’ll get her number?
December 4th, 2011
-I got back on the computer today. Our house was just how we left it. I’m glad everything is running smoothly. A couple items were missing though. Maybe I’ll make a garden for the next project.
I grimaced. HOW BORING COULD THIS KID BE. I got another breakfast burrito as I contemplated burning the book to warm the house up.
December 6th, 2011
-Parents are gone for court meeting again. I checked Minecraft again and Jonathan made a small well for the garden. 
December 13th, 2011
-The computer is really laggy today. I tried to fix the internet but it didn’t help. At least Minecraft is an offline game.
December 15th, 2011
-Where did I put that cable cord again? Alexa says she likes Minecraft too. I can’t believe I’m turning 14 in a couple months. Wonder if they remember.
December 16th, 2011
-Our project is coming along nicely. Some weird things have been happening, such as wooden structures no one claimed to make. Probably some dumb joke. Torches we place are disappearing and cave noises are playing above ground. Dad threatened to leave again. It’s not like anyone cares. He’s a jerk anyway.
December 17th, 2011
-I’m writing at night so I can’t see very well. The computer keeps turning on, even though I unplugged it. I hear a lot of static at night. I wonder if it’s broken?
I glanced behind me, up the old wooden stairs toward the old room with the computer in it, and then turned back to the book.
-I probably don’t have enough to repair it. Whatever. Also, there’s a lot less animals spawning, so it’s harder to get food. Dad is out drinking again. I’m sick of it. I made Alexa laugh today, but she seemed bored all throughout our tutoring session.
December 20th, 2011
-Things are getting weirder, since pigs and cows have stopped spawning entirely. Strange signs are popping up everywhere with some messed up letters on them. I’m feeling a little creeped out. James said he’s never seen these before.
December 21st, 2011
-Time in the game has stopped entirely. Is this supposed to happen? I didn’t pay for a broken experience. I wonder what we’re doing for Christmas? Marielle is coming back from her college to celebrate with us. I feel like something is watching me when I’m working on the house. Waiting.
December 23rd, 2011
-The thing is stalking me. It’s figure is dark and hard to make out. I can’t understand what it says or why it’s here. I thought us 3 were the only ones on the server. I don’t trust whatever’s going on. Tutoring Alexa is going well. I think I’ll ask her out tomorrow.
The writing on the next date was written deeply into the pages, with lead dust smeared everywhere and the words were etched in anger. 
December 24th, 2011
-It didn’t work out. God I’m so humiliated. We met up around the park with some of our friends to play in the snow, and when I asked her she called me a freak and told me she was just using me. What kind of person does that? Why did I ever like her??? I bet she was laughing at me as I struggled to answer that stupid little [unintelligible writing] calling me a freak when she’s too stupid to [more unintelligible pencil scribbles]
December 25th, 2011
-We were supposed to celebrate Christmas today. It didn’t work out. Mom went out with Mike again and dad started yelling at Marielle. I hate when this happens. Can’t it just be normal for one day? I decided to go upstairs and play Minecraft again to get away from it all. It’s the only stable thing in this damn house. Its waiting for me.
December 30th, 2011
-It spoke again today. The figure wants me to do something. I’m hearing creaking from the attic. Marielle left for college again. I hope it’s better than here. Dad won’t shut up about his glory days in the racing spotlight. All that jerk can do is guzzle down his vodka and spend our money on gambling. Must be nice to have a normal life, huh Alexa, you [scribbled out word]
Okay, so this kid must have serious issues. If I were him, I’d feel the same way though. 
December 31st, 2011 
-It won’t stop talking. It’s getting in my head. All these blocks are going missing from our project, which is annoying. Why won’t it leave me alone? 
January 1st, 2012
-Dad said he wished I was never born. Honestly, I don’t wish I was either, but I didn’t need the opinion of an alcoholic. He’s just as much of a mistake as a cancerous tumor that needs to be removed. Without him, life would be so much easier. 
January 7th, 2012
-I’ve been spending most of the new year on Minecraft, until we go back to school on Sunday. I don’t want to go to school with all of Alexa’s groupies there. It’s not like they’d understand, those stupid ungrateful inbred sheep. I’m so tired of everything going on, I just wish I could be alone and away from all these problems. The thing says it’s okay to escape from reality once in a while. It wants me to spend time with it. I don’t care anymore.
January 11th, 2012
-School was awful as expected. Everyone made fun of me and Ryan poured glass cleaner on my head at recess. When I think about it I just want to slice his stomach open with a rusty knife. It’s getting worse nowadays. The thing, which I call Void is bugging me. It’s telling me to [more jagged lines] I want to so badly there’s this itching in my head I can’t even - [bottom of page is ripped off]
January 12th, 2012
-Mom left. She’ll regret it. She’ll come back. She wouldn’t leave me with dad. Right?
January 13th, 2012
-Everyone keeps telling me to jump off a cliff. I sure wish the same would happen to them. All these sociopathic hypocritical wastes of air should just vanish. What makes me any different from them? Aren't we all supposed to be happy and equal? Sure as hell doesn't feel like it. 
January 14th, 2012
-Void wants me to. I will. I’ve found a way to bring them the pain they brought me. I’ll show them I won’t tolerate this. It’s too dark to go back he says. My head hurts. I haven’t plugged the computer in for a week, but it still turns on every morning. I can’t sleep or think or feel or - [writing trails off]
January 15th, 2021
-Why hasn’t mom come back she said she would she promised but why did she lie to me It hurts dad keeps banging on my door marielle left me too she abandoned me to this drunken animal James and Marcus are laughing at me those liars the world is full of liars nothing matters
-I’m done
I got up from the table and went upstairs, shivering as I touched the pages. Obviously Reece was starting to crack at this point, with this messed up family around him.  Plugging the computer in, I noticed an unread message in the inbox. It was from 2014, and it said “Reece. If you are reading this, come back. Everyone is worried about you. Please.” 
Talk about creepy. 
January 16th, 2012
-I’m doing it. I can’t wait to feel - [page is ripped out] 
January 17th, 2012
-I did it. My head doesn’t hurt anymore. All I did was walk up to her with a kitchen knife hid in my sleeve. Her groupies didn’t suspect a thing. Her blood ran down my hands as they all screamed. She’s gone now, and so are they. The news thinks they ran away to do the drugs they always carried. They don’t connect me to them in any way. Void is proud of me. He is all I need. Void understands me. My mind is so clear. I want more. They deserve everything that happens to them. They are the real freaks. I’ll bring dad his drinks tonight.
January 19th, 2012
-There’s nothing stopping me now. I liked the sound his body made when it hit the floor with foam spilling everywhere. It must be nice having the only thing in life you love killing you. I hope hell welcomes his pathetic soul. It’s mom’s turn, that lying whore. She left me for a man with money. I told her she would regret it. The rain will wash off the blood. I’ll walk into her apartment with the two laughing and smiling, and make it slow and painful - [4 more pages of unintelligible drawings]
January 20th, 2012
-I’ve never felt this good. It hurts to breathe but still there’s a part of me that relishes this pain. Mom is nothing to me anymore. She and her boyfriend were two selfish pieces of shit. I’ve hid their bodies all around the town, where everyone’s sure to find them sooner or later. The thing is proud of me. I hear him in my brain now. Like a part of me. It’s honestly too easy to get away with this, since no one could ever think a meek boy like me from a broken home could level the playing field. Of course they don’t. I’ve killed anyone who sees me hiding them too. They can all be together. It’s what they wanted. Especially mom. I hope she’s happy in hell with her bastard of a boyfriend she left me for.
March 16th, 2021
-There’s nothing left for me anymore. I’m done with this life. The blood on my hands is easy enough for me to feel, but the Void is ever so relentless. It wants me to do more, but all I wanted was revenge. It talks to me at night. In my dreams. I see it in the mirror, watching me at night. I can’t go anywhere or else they will find out what I’ve done. I have nowhere to run. I will end my very existence tomorrow. Mirrors are everywhere and nothing means anything. This life is trivial in the very end. 
I flipped though the last few pages, all were empty to my dismay. Then I closed the book, feeling sick to my stomach. All the dusty floors and broken walls in the house seemed to make sense now. This family hadn’t moved out, it had been ruthlessly decimated by a child with no control over his situation. He spiraled out of control until it finally broke out in a violent act of rage. I got on the computer and searched up the name “Reece Chipchosky”, but there were no results. 
Except for one. 
The Bloomington murders, a series of killings, where each body was buried with a note depicting each manner they’d been killed in. Another story was listed, the disappearance of Reece Chipchosky who was thought to be a victim of the murders and presumed dead. Horrified, I scrolled through his history on the old Windows 7 to see what else could have occurred. It was relatively normal, with nothing but cat videos until the dates where it started going wrong. Here were some of the things searched;
Why does everyone lie
How to sharpen a knife
Hiding bodies
YouTube
Murder mysteries
Void?
Why does my head hurt
Email
Weaponry near me
Minecraft uninstallment
Voices in my head
How to tie a noose
Void? 
After that date, there was nothing else left. I recoiled, searching the rest of the Home Screen for any answers, but there was nothing but one icon. Minecraft. Cautiously, I clicked on it, and the Loading screen opened. The old graphics were still in place, and the old logo as well. There were three worlds on there, named “Project”, “Survival”, and “Mine”. I clicked on the survival world since it had been mentioned the most in the journal.
It loaded fairly slowly, with a house that was about 9x9 with a blocky roof and only two windows. It was night outside, with all the torches missing. According to the journal, there were no mobs as well.
It was right.
I don’t know where in the world we were, but something felt, well, wrong if you know what I mean. Like I shouldn’t be here. 
I slowly turned around to head to the house for even a small bit of shelter, but I felt a chill down my spine and up my shoulders. Outside the house laid a small cross made from cobblestone, and behind it was a player shaped shadow. 
A chat message appeared.
“Behind you”
From my chair in the upstairs bedroom, I slowly faced the wall behind me, feeling terrified. But nothing was there, except the closet door. I took one of the spare lamps from its box and slowly opened the door-
And the remains of what was once Reece Chipchosky fell to the ground, tethered by nothing but a tattered, stained rope. I screamed and swung at the shrunk and dehydrated corpse, clothes stained with old blood. It reeked of death from the closet. With tears in my eyes, I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath, but upon reopening them, I heard a creak and two hands grabbed me, covering my mouth and yanking me into the darkness.
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