Insanity from Nostalgia

I load up the old Minecraft version, it's OLD. 
Hell, I got it from some website because Minecraft doesn't support old versions. a lost piece of history, I think?
the classic main menu lights up my screen at night. its a hot summer, and being inside with no air conditioning is a curse due to the heat. (i mean of course!)
I Load up the old world i had when i was younger. 
i was standing in the same position. the chicken was still here. i was staring at a hill. He was gone. i remember that day in 2010. it was like yesterday.
I Explore the surroundings. it was the same. but this time, it was not creepy anymore. it was calm. 
Why did i do this?
I started to collect materials, keeping my eye on the hill. 
when it became night i used up some wool and wood to create a house for the night.
I Called my Friends and I told them about what I found. they asked to come over, I Said Sure.
When they were here i booted up the save again. it was daytime already. 
My Friends went downstairs to get some food
I Saw him after i got out of the house. my firends were still downstairs.
I didnt try to call my friends up. i chased Him, He Started to run away. i chased him far away from my house. I was not afraid anymore.
I Caught up with him. he didnt turn around, he was still running. He Isnt hostile, I think he is trying to show my something. I turned my render distance to the max and saw my old house.
I Started tearing up. the memories came back to me. i have spent my life afraid. afriad of things that hurt me. afraid of everything.
But Im Not Afraid Anymore. Not Anymore.
You stared at the screen. it was a simple story. it wasnt much. you think, why has this guy Started Writing this story after 2 years of being Missing from the community.
But You get a sense of what the writer was trying to say. the writer is attemping to write a different story. but he is writing the same as the others. he is making no attempt to change. 
Then you realize. Your reading what you are thinking. This text is just a construct of what your supposed to think. you have a life. you spend your summer reading creepypastas, when you were young, (if you aren't now), it scared you. but as the main character, your not afraid.
Not Anymore.
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