Silencer

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By 01110111 01101000 01111001 E
A lot of people know Minecraft as an fun and creative sandbox game enjoyed by players all around the world, but something more vile is lurking inside, waiting for its victim. I decided that this is an appropriate website to tell my story, to warn you all.
=== Day 1 ===
It started not long ago, While I was in quarantine. 
It was a same old boring day in the hotel I was at. Same old throat-choking test and the same old garbage food. Like Every other person In my hotel, I had nothing to do other than sleeping and burying my face in electronics. Mostly though, I spent time playing Minecraft On my survival world with my childhood friends, Marco and Carlos, who escaped quarantine ten days before me. As usual, I logged on to Minecraft and connected with my friends on my survival server I bought A few days ago. The world we were in was really advanced, considering how much time we spent on it. We each had enchanted Diamond armor and tools, and not to mention an enormous mansion build out of quartz.
Carlos and Marco decided to Go to the nether to find a bastion remnant, While I stayed at the mansion and harvested some crops. Well, Of course you can't count on two people with bad sense of directions. I eventually got bored of guarding ,and I decided to call them back. They refused in unison. 
I waited for an another five minutes or so, I was so bored I basically started being a bit toxic. They didn't really care though.
Marco and Carlos eventually came home, with a truckload of loot and a few gold blocks. Then, a player joined.
I wasn't surprised, but I never knew that player will cripple the lives many people.
ßˆ¬´˜ç´® Joined the game
Me: Hello?
Marco: I thought this server was private bruh
Carlos: No its not
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: Hi.
Me: R U new?
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: Yes, I am new.
Me: I can give u some armor if u like
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: Sure, thank you.
Me: Come here
I was being kind to the player because he seemed new, But deep down, my instincts knew something wasn't right. Not only does he have a completely red skin, he was actually fighting a skeleton WHILE replying to my message. He also talks with actual sentences, different from most players.
After playing around for a while My computer got really hot for some reason, and I logged off.
=== Day 2 ===
I guess my instincts were pretty accurate.
Ever since that weird player joined, My computer became Incredibly laggy and the fan started blaring whenever I open Minecraft (I was never so bored in my life). Despite this I was still able to Skype with Carlos, Keeping my sanity and scorching my device. 
"So What's up?" I said. 
"Remember that noob That joined our server?" Carlos replied with a hyper tone. 
"Ya, What did he do?" 
"I think he is insane. He doesn't sleep." 
"wow, totally." 
"Stop Chris, (yes that's my name) I'm actually serious. He was online for 24 hours straight." 
"He could have been afk idiot." 
"No, Marco watched him." 
"all night long?" 
"Ya, That's why He is sleeping now." 
I genuinely feel bad for Marco. He is really into the Paranormal stuff since he was like, 5 or something (Especially if it was in his favorite game as well). 
=== Day 3 ===
The lagging still continued, but was much better than what happened yesterday. At least I won't have to listen to that fan in my computer. In fact, I could already log on to Minecraft. Like usual I was in my server with Carlos and Marco. The strange player, has logged off. I decided to go Mining, since I had nothing to do. I started digging and yet, I found nothing, only a ton of stone and not even any type of ore. I was a bit confused But I did think of the idea that the player was the one behind it. I shrugged it of as I thought I was being quite friendly to him, and that there is no reason for him to hack me. 
As you can probably tell, I was wrong. 
Nothing else Much Happened that day other than me doing random stuff and having a terrible stomachache. 
=== Day 4 ===
On day four, (actually day 6 of me being in quarantine) Something really interesting happened. I had finally found the source of lagginess. Somewhere deep in my finder a folder was cloning himself over and over again, basically taking over my computer, I deleted all of the clones(which took a decade), and I looked at the source. Surprisingly, I don't recall creating that folder, which even made me more confused. 
That means someone other than me has control over my computer, and he basically put a virus inside.
Curious, I opened the folder to see a massive wall of binary code. here's the message. 
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I asked Jay, Who was a also friend of mine what it meant. after a few hours I got an reply. 
Dear John, 
It keeps repeating Please help me. I personally think this is really disturbing. 
Jay 
Okay, A possible hacker and Minecraft noob sent me a help message and I don't even know him. Now Thats some really bizarre crap right there, but soon, My mind had a much more terrifying Idea. 
Its not the message from the hacker, It could have been the message from his victims, sent to me by the hacker himself to scare me. 
=== Day 5 ===
On day 5 I got real suspicious. Since the binary message sent to me was decoded, our entire hotel went into a wifi shortage. The workers examined the router and it apparently showed that someone hacked it, and it will take a day or two to fix it. But soon, an even worse message came to me. The hotel manager bursted into my room this morning, stuttering, he managed to let out a few sentences.
"s-someone broke into the h-hotel yesterday and i-in-into your room.." He said.
"WHAT?' I shouted.
"somehow h-he S-sneaked past all the security and....."
"Just come see this." He finally said.
The fat man dragged me into the main security room and showed me a camera footage of last night. I was ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED.
The recording showed a disturbing masked man in pitch black clothing, walking towards the camera and into my room. The man opened the door of my room and he stood by my bed and stared at me while I was sleeping. He was so silent. No one noticed. I kept watching the footage in sheer fear and disgust. Later on, The man left my room and the clock hit midnight. Then, he took out a paper slip and stuck it to the camera. 
On the paper, it said: Call the police and He shall meet his demise. Love, The Silencer
I uncontrollably screamed.
=== Day 6 ===
In the next few days, I basically did nothing. Just laying on the bed.
=== Day 11 ===
I've had enough. I logged onto my account and into a random world I had. Unfortunately, it wasn't that advanced as the one I used to play. The wifi still hasn't been fixed, which means I can't contact my friends. Then, I remembered something. "Call the police and He shall meet his demise." Without a doubt, I called the police with the last bit of 5g in my phone and told them that I miscalled. Then, I awaited at my single player world. Everything was normal at first and I started to do the basic things, like chopping trees, building a house, mining etc..... Soon, signs started appearing. Lava blots appeared, huge sized craters replacing my house, and me instantly losing all my items. I wasn't surprised. After being a depressed degenerate hiding under my sheets, with nightmare torturing me, I no longer feared him. Soon, that red figure appeared again, this time right behind me. 
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: So you decided to die earlier, Huh? 
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: You're a pretty nice guy, I should have tormented you more. 
I did not say anything. 
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: I was going to send you a video tape of my victims, but I don't think that's necessary. You'll get to see more of it later. 
Me: I'm not afraid of you anymore, asshole. 
The computer let out an exploding evil laughter, as if it was taunting me. it continued, the volume getting louder and louder. 
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: Do you like it? 
I told my self I wasn't afraid, but the sound was too loud. It was unbearable. 
I covered my ears and I Unconsciously screamed the word; Silence. 
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: Silence will be the most despair thing you will hear ;) 
How did he know? I said. And that was when I realized that there was a camera under my bed the whole time, recording everything I do. 
Welp, Turns out I was already a target. Bob knew the whole time. He knew That I was going to this hotel. he knew every step I would make. 
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: Well, you said you weren't afraid, then I might just do something else. 
I've got a bad feeling about this. 
ßˆ¬´˜ç´®: Carlos Johnson and Marco Adams, they're your friends and well right? 
Oh fuck, I said to my self. 
I called the police about the situation immediately. They said it would take about 20 minutes or so. I have don't have that much time to deal with this shit. I got to act fast. I grabbed my baseball bat and rushed out. 
=== Last stand ===
I rushed to Carlos' house. I swiped the keys under the front carpet (don't ask) and burst in. 
"Carlos!" I yelled.
"CARLOS!"
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU CARLOS?!?!"
"silence will be the most despair thing you will hear." I recalled. 
Oh, great. I said. 
I ran around his house and I found Carlos, Laying dead in the kitchen, Deformed into oblivion. I stood there for a moment and I bursted into tears. I cried until I felt dehydrated. Well, Eventually I decided to wash my face in the bathroom after what seemed like a century of me just bawling me eye out, and that was when I saw the man in black clothing, Gripping a blood-soaked knife; The silencer. 
I no longer felt sadness, I felt fear. 
The silencer lunged at me. I clutched my bat tight and swung. 
As you can probably tell, I was no match for him. My bat missed and I was quickly brought to the ground with a few punches and stab. each hit extremely painful yet not lethal enough to kill. The silencer approached my forehead. 
"I shall make you suffer." He said, as he slowly placed the knife into my forehead. 
With the last bit of power I had, I took my bat and threw my hand at his neck. Breaking the bat and sending him a few meters back. The silencer got up stumbled towards me again. I was despair, All I could do is to Pray. 
Miraculously, God answered my prayer. 
Police sirens echoed through my ears and soon, a squadron of police officers burst in. 
As the killer ran away, Everything went black. 
==== Aftermath ====
Well, after months in the hospital, I think I should end my story here. Marco was killed as well, Choked to death.
all I want to say is that the silencer is still out there, And he could be watching you right now. Thank you.
Thank you for reading! This is my first creepy-pasta, so it might not be good.
Category:Creepypasta