The Smiling Man

Hi guys! This is my first creepypasta, hope you like it. You can also find it in my blog. Enjoy!
P.s. I'm not sure I made it scary enough... but, after all, this is my first creepypasta! :D
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Steve was lost.
He'd been mining, finally finding diamonds and crafting a sword, but when he eventually came out of the cave, he did not recognize his surroundings.
It was weird, his house should've been right in front of him. But no, there were only trees, trees and trees.
He was weak form all that searching in the cave, and he hadn't eaten that much.
What's more, he was lost in a forest that stretched seemingly endlessly as night-time. He pulled out his new diamond sword and treaded cautiously.
Oh, how he wished that he hadn't burned his map!
Some weird stuff also happened in the cave. He felt the uncomfortable, as if someone was watching him... he occasionally saw blood stains... and maybe a flash of white robes, and white eyes? Maybe even red?
Apart from them, he always felt that he wasn't actually even Steve. Notch had told him he was an 'unusual' version of the normal Minecraft Steve. He had no idea what that meant.
His eyes were peeled as he searched for any mobs, but still the sudden sound of a disk played-it made him jump, trying to search for where it was coming from.
He left the moonlit pathway he was on to discover the source of the creepy music.
He eventually found it-in a patch of moon light was a jukebox. Steve examined it, it looked old, cracks here and there, and odd enough it had something splattered on its corner.
It was blood.
Steve also found a book.
It said, 'The Smiling Man'
Steve ignored the title, and flipped it open. It said:
Small things bring considerate excitement to villagers, said the first page.
Completely nonplussed, but intrigued at the same time, he turned the page.
This is why people have been talking for weeks about the stories of the many bodies swept away by a river of raw sewage, horrible lashed into pieces, mangle by tarps and dissected without leaving bloodstains.
A shiver ran down Steve’s spine. He resisted the urge to throw the book. But what if it had more information? He reluctantly looked at the next page.
But one man took no interest in these. He was nature reserved and lonely:
‘The Smiling Man’
Rumor has it that whoever has stood on his property, where immediately met by or for want of a better word, necromancer, they never returned.
If you get lost, stay well away from The Smiling Man. Who knows he could be interested in you…
Steve slammed the book shut and threw it, hoping that the awful and bone chilling words he’d read never occurred to him again.
Just then, he saw something through the thick of trees.
It was a thatched roof.
Could that mean-A village?
He might be able to get a map form there!
Steve ran eagerly, dropping his guard, he had hope at last-
Just then, something closed around his foot.
And then he was wrenched upwards, in a flash he was hanging by his ankle, face to face with a decaying body of a villager. An axe protruded from his skull. Droplets of blood seeped down it and on the forest floor.
He was groggy with fear and horror. He then felt himself give way and fell on the puddle of blood that had formed from the villager. He felt shaken, but shook his head, and continued walking.
But Steve’s hopes were drowned when he saw what was there.
It looked as if this village was some kind of burial slash torture ground.
There were bodies everywhere-some exactly like the book had described!
Slashed, eyes ripped out, blood covering their whole body, ribs showing-and they all looked like him.
And the fact that the one that did have eyes-which kept looking at him wherever he was-would be able to make the bravest player in Minecraft run, arms over his head.
But Steve tried to resist the temptation to run.
Good thing he didn’t. Right in the first house, he found a lot of food, he was starving and ate some steak gratefully-and he also found a mysterious picture, covering the whole background, with blood on it.
Steve decided to check it out after he’d visited the other houses, which left him as nauseated and scared as ever-he wished he hadn’t eaten that much steak, as his insides churned horribly when he saw the houses and even the well filled with bodies, bloody, stinking-
He was relieved to reach the house with the picture. That’s when he remembered what Alex had told him before she had departed from his home, “Pictures make a good source of hiding secret entrances, you know. Use them for a cheap, easy secret base.”
He stuck his hand inside the picture, and sure enough it went through.
He gave a last look at the village, squinting to see if he’d missed something, but the stench of rotting bodies was too strong for him to bear any longer, so he quickly went through the picture.
He felt he'd walked in an ancient castle back in time. The corridors were ancient, with crumbling mossy stone bricks. It gave the impression it was about to crumble. Further, there were these weird symbols of the walls and ceiling-Steve ignored them.
He walked like what seemed a thousand miles-until he saw a light! Finally-
He entered the other side of the picture.
He could not see much of the room, for there was a man standing right in front of him.
The man turned slowly around, Steve looked curiously, then what he saw on the face made his recoil.
The man was like a villager. But that smile... that sinister evil leer...
The Smiling Man.
Where else had he walked into, but the mansion of the Smiling Man himself!
<Smiling Man> I’ve been waiting for you, Steve.
No, Steve thought, his eyes widening. He stepped further back, but the picture-his only escape route-had disappeared!
<Smiling Man> You can’t escape.
In his frantic desperation he felt himself scream the word, “No!”-his heart telling, or rather begging him to not accept where he was as he remembered the word that described the Smiling Man ‘necromancer’ It was as though he finally understood what it meant, it did not help him, he was giddy with fear...
But his brain told him a different story, of course. It told him the truth about the situation he was in.
As he whipped out his sword, the Smiling Man shoved him hard, and he felt his head hit wood.
He heard a clang of a lock sliding in place.
His things in his inventory-diamonds, and the sword, all of it-vanished.
The terrible truth dawned on him... He was locked in a cage!
The Smiling Man held him captive!
Category:Creepypasta
Category:First Pastas