Watching.... Waiting

This is a story of fear. Of knowing he's there. Watching. Waiting. It all started back when the world was new, when things were peaceful.... different.
The marketplace was busy. People were shouting, trying to get bids on ender pearls and diamond armor. I shuffled through the crowd, trying not to attract attention. I slipped behind a building and scanned the area. Finally, my eyes settled on who I was looking for. I walked up to the black cloaked man and slammed a dragon egg on the counter. 
"The map." I said shortly. The man nodded and handed me the old paper. I smiled and slipped away.
TWO MONTHS LATER
I walked through the narrow cave system, grimacing as I hacked through cobwebs. I gave a sigh of relief as a I saw what I was looking for. A tunnel that went down through bedrock. I walked downwards, glancing from side to side, wincing as my footsteps echoed. When I reached the bottom, I saw what I was looking for. A bedrock cube, just beyond the world border. I smiled and pulled out an arrow. This was an ancient arrow, it's crafting recipe long forgotten. I aimed and shot, the arrow sliding through the barrier and piercing the bedrock. The earth shaked as the bedrock cracked open. Black fog poured from it and all I saw was two white eyes. Suddenly light filled my vision and I blacked out.
I woke incased in obsidian. I struggled, but it was no use. I could sense the eyes, watching me as I struggled. 
"You were foolish, boy." It hissed. 
"To release me is to seal your fate."
I blacked out again.
I woke in the market. Except there was nobody. The town was in ruins. I was alone.
Now, I hope you can understand why I fear everything. Because he's watching.... waiting.
Category:Creepypasta