A Dark Night

It all started on one fine summer evening. My wife Karen had recently divorced me and taken our three kids, so the only comfort remaining in my empty shell of a life was the joy of Minecraft. As I got bored of my latest world, I spawned a new one, hoping to fill the gaping void that Karen left in my heart. I started as you would with any world, punching trees, killing pigs, crying over my wife, and building my dirt hut. As night fell over this endless expanse of dirt and trees, I felt that something was off; the game seemed much darker than normal, and there was not a moon nor star to be seen in the sky. A bug in the game, perhaps? I shrugged it off and continued work in building and crying over my ex-wife.
As I toiled away, I noticed something odd - how long had it been dark? It had felt like 30 minutes since I last saw the sun, and 30 months since I last saw Karen and my kids. No worries, probably just my imagination. As I finished placing the final decorations on my effigy to Karen, my hearing receptacles picked up a vibration in the distance. As I turned to look, my screen went near completely black, except for the words "haedos retro adducere". Shaking and crying, I felt fear all the way into my toes, which happened to be enclosed by my comfortable yet stylish Crocs Boys' CC Lightning McQueen Clogs™.
My confidence bolstered by my high-class choice of footwear, I mustered the strength to open task manager and close 'spookyprogram.exe'. When I re-entered my Minecraft world, everything seemed to be in order - Karen was looking as fine as ever, and it was around midday. I decided to go on a short mining session, as I was running low on both precious materials and will to live.. I gathered my torches, and eagerly jumped into the first cave I found, throwing caution to the wind. After around twenty minutes, I heard a strange sound-- something I had never heard in-game before. It sounded like a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and heavy breathing. It called back memories of my tickle fights with my uncle in his basement. Anyway, intelligent protagonist that I am, I searched for the source of the sound, yet no matter how far I walked I seemed to get no closer. Deciding to abandon my quarry, I turned back around. But, what I saw was not the endlessly long mineshaft I expected, but something far, far worse...
To be Continued
Category:Creepypasta