Hissing

One day, I was playing Minecraft. I noticed something, strange. Every so often, I heard a Creeper hissing behind me. I never knew that there was a Creeper behind me.
It lasted forever. It lasted in the fog. It lasted everywhere. Sometimes it could overlap on top of each other. Making it more scary-sounding.
The hissing got too much. Too much. Way too much. I wish it stopped.
Soon, there were no mobs. None. None spawning natrually. None anywhere.
I could hear something. Something I heard. I may have heard it before. I may have. I might have heard it.
It was the hissing. It got louder. More intense. It got more frequent. Every in-game tick. The sound played.
Every day. Every night. Every noon. Everytime. All of the time. The hissing got annoying.
I was confused. Puzzled. Everything. It. Was. Horrifying.
I don't know what happened. Glitch? Code? Error? What was it?
I felt doubt. I could hear it behind me. It got louder.
I had no time to react. No time. I had to run. I needed to run for the safety of very soul. I could not take it anymore.
It. Was. Constant. It kept me awake. The game was, off.
Where was the Creeper? Where? Where was he? Is he there?
Hissing. The fog. In the fog? Was he here?
I had enough. Enough. Enough.
Nothing felt normal. Weirdness. Nothing. The pain. It. Was. Scary.
I felt nothing. The hissing. Was he here? The constant hissing. Was it normal?
Louder. The hissing. It. Got. Louder. Was it good? Was it safe? Was it what I wanted?
Hissing got louder. I got scared. He didn't. I was scared.
The hissing. It got to me. It was terror. True terror. Terror so real. Was it real?
Is it true? The hissing? Was it coming from a Creeper? Was it?
I felt nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
It was me. I was nothing. I was scared. I am scared. Help.
The hissing. Did it get louder? Longer? Shorter?
Hisses. That. Was. Spooky. It felt like hell. Unearthed. From. The. Ashes.
Gulit. Pain. Nobody. In hell, I burn. The hissing. It runs. Through my veins.
The clock ticks. I feel nothing. I felt nothing. I am nothing. A shell.
World. It was crumbling. Down. Down. Down. To the center. Nothing clicked. I shall be brave.
Was I? Brave? The hissing didn't stop. It plagued me. It did. Trust me.
Eventually. I was tired. Tired of. That. Stupid. Hissing. So, I faced my fears and I turned around.
As I stood. I saw something. Something weird. Something unexpected. No one was behind me. That event still haunts me until this very day.