A Not so Cliche Story

=== A Not So Cliche Story ===
by The Dead Writer
The Person quickly walked across the Cave, spreading out his tools on a bench and deciding what should he craft. He had decided to go into the mossy cave which he sought not to go to. When he went into the cave, he would hear noises and static almost like a Retro TV, which would make him panic 
The Person would immediately trace him self back home to sleep for the rest of the night to only be haunted again by a familiar sound. 
The next day, the person would put torches around his house, he as becoming more and more paranoid. He began hearing monsters when there were none, and began thinking someone was behind him, when it was only his armor stand. Occasionally, he would go outside and scream at the people who tried to burn down his house. 
He began to place traps around his house, he placed some sticky pistons around the house, so when anybody would try to cross, they would be smashed. 
He would then sit up in the morning with his eyes wide open, thinking of what would happen to him if he sat in the darkness. 
Until one night. 
He went outside. 
When we went outside, there was someone staring at him in the distance. When he shook his head, a strange sound was heard and the person was gone. He RAN like the wind and took off for the cave he sought not to go in, he saw eyes watching him. 
ThEy WeRe WatcHing HiM 
There was nowhere to go. 
Nowhere was safe. 
But however when he made it to a area, good enough to hide in, behind him he saw a dead body. 
He took off out the cave when some monster grabbed him by the legs and tripped him, A ghoulish monster stepped on his head. 
And the little miner was dead, however there was something to notice. 
What if I told you, that the Miner was not in a normal mode. 
No one tried to burn down his house, that was only the fear of him losing his house to adventure; the monster who tripped him was the fear of him messing up. 
And the ghoulish monster was not even there, he had only died to his trap; he became paranoid, but there was no need to worry. 
Why? 
Well..... 
He was in peaceful mode 
Category:Creepypasta
Category:The Dead Writer
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Category:Short Pastas