The Footsteps

I was playing Minecraft one day. I noticed that something was, off. I heard random noises. I kept turning my head. Nothing was behind me. Not even any of my friends.
I knew that something was wrong. I just didn't know what.
I was finishing my house. I heard noises. Noises of footsteps.
I thought it was a dream. But, I wasn't dreaming. It was my life. It was real.
The footsteps got more rapid. I felt scared. Something had to be going on. Something very sinister. Something that I can't explain.
I knew it. I just did. No matter what.
I thought that I was safe. Deep within. This world. It is different.
It is all wrong. It just feels that way. What is going on? Why is everything scarier now?
The sound of hurried footsteps. It scares me. It scares you. It scares us. All of us.
It's something that we can't explain. I wish it would end. For good.
For no good reason did this happen. Was it a bug or a glitch? I'm not so sure.
Something had to be wrong. I told my friends. They laughed in my face. Saying that would never happen in Minecraft normally.
I felt isolated. My friends. They didn't understand. I needed to find out more. I used Google. There were no results.
'Strange.' I thought.
The next time I went into my world, things were, different this time. The footsteps were much more frequent. Faster and faster. Was this a dream?
Deep within my chest. I felt my heart sunk. I didn't know why. But, I was feeling scared. Was it going to happen again?
I tried to sleep. I heard footsteps. I saw the classic message, but, it really made me think.
'You may not rest now, there are monsters nearby.' I felt afraid. Was it a mob? I didn't think so. But, I never thought that I would be so skeptical of a normal message before.
I felt that I was a monster. Was this a cry for help? Is something wrong? I felt that something awful was about to unfold onto this very plain.
I felt nothing. Pain. It surged.
The wind blew. Almost too fast. Like I was trapped in a tornado. Was it real?
Was it something? Yes. It was.
I was afraid. Being paranoid. I heard the footsteps. Coming.
I regretted it. Every second. Every hour. Same footsteps.
Noises. The footsteps. Echoing. Sounding realistic.
Something must've been there. Right? A mob prehaps? Something there? No.
The footsteps. They are rapid. My ears, ache.
Nothing is normal. Connected. Is this my life? Death?
Nobody could hear me. I am alone. Very much so. The life that a miner like me lives is, depressing.
Nothing is the same. Is this deja vu? Repeating. Never stopping. It is constant.
Gouge out my ears. Never can free me. It is our fault. The footsteps. They are constant.
I hear. I am addicted to Minecraft. I don't need food or water. I just need Minecraft. It helps me. These thoughts. Are they real?
I never think. I never act. I never do. I never learn. We never learn.
In this world, the footsteps. They seek the truth. I seek the truth. I seek nothing.
Life is unfair. Nothing is great.
This is real. I cannot take it. They are getting too loud.
Make it stop. Please. Just please. Make. It. Stop.
For all that is holy. Make it all stop! I would never do anything. I didn't cause it. Right?
People say I am crazy. Am I insane? I am mental.
I resist. I reside. I fear for my life. Those damn footsteps. They keep on doing things to me. Horrible things.
Things I can't understand. I don't think I can breathe. The air. It becomes cold.
I am trapped. I am. Hopelessness. It is all I am. I am hopeless.
I was never a hero. Never. Never ever.
My mind. It falls. It comes crashing down. It is hopeless. All of it.
The footsteps. Make. Them. Stop. Please!
I always feel like this. Yes. I do. Indeed.
I never trust myself. Or anyone. Suspect. No matter what.
Did you find out? Do you understand?
No. I do not. Life. Death. I can't tell the difference.
Death. Arrives. Surviving. Deep within this hollow land.
So, that was the end. But I have no matter at hand to tell you all. Are you reaady? Let us go.
If the footsteps weren't coming from a mob, then, who were the footsteps coming from?
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Category:Creepypasta
Category:Short Pastas