Echoes

Note: As of 24 April, 2023, this creepypasta and it's predecessor are referred to as the "Legacy Echoes". No edits will be made by me to the originals. Check out the new, remastered editions of Echoes - Echoes - Chapter One (Remasted Series)
My name is Travis. I'm 14 years old. I'm still pretty shaken up by last week's incidents.
And why? That's a long story.
== Chapter 1 "The Beginning" ==
You could say I was a slightly hot-headed kid. But I lived a pretty normal life. And my parents and school and my friends were all pretty normal. Well, maybe excluding the lunch at school.
I have 3 friends. Scott is the kind of dramatic guy. He takes clubs that are slightly odd for him, like the Drama club. And he's a neat freak.
Then there's Davis. He's the person who likes doing things so the computer does weird things. Y'know, modifying code, taking apart a PC, etc.
Then, Gregory. He's the prankster in the group. I remember he dumped a container of water on my head in Kindergarten when I was on the ground playing with toys. I chased him around the sandpit and clubbed him on the head with my Thomas the Train lunch box.
I still haven't forgiven him.
We all had different tastes in games, but one thing we all loved was Minecraft. We played around thrice a week because I and Scott had tutions on Mondays and Wednesdays.
On Tuesdays we, all played.
== Chapter 2 "A Nametag" ==
Here are our usernames: 
Me = ARandomAdmin0
Scott = Skelebacteria
Davis = NoFailsforMe
Gregory = ImAWalkingStool
Davis had a server where we had loads of progress. We had built upon Thousands of blocks, built skyscrapers, roads, and Davis even made a car mod for it. We planned to make it public once we were satisfied with it.
We all got on as it was a Tuesday, and we all had jobs to do. Mine was gathering terracotta; locating a Mesa.
The nearest mesa was around 13-14000 blocks away, meaning I had gone through all my food, and I stumbled across a ravine on the way, got lost, and barely made it out alive. 
As I was riding on my beloved horse (I called him Grapple) I finally started to see it. The mesa biome.
Note - We were on a Skype call.
<Me> Dudes I found it!
<Davis> Nice
I mined loads of terracotta, then realized that I had gone through lots of my food, and the mesa was surrounded by a desert thousands of blocks.
<Me> Guys I think I won't make it back
<Scott> What do you mean?
<Me> I don't have any food!
<Gregory> I think Davis is the closest to you, Davis?
No response.
<Me>Davis?
Still no response.
<Scott> Greg, you're the next closest to him, go get him.
<Gregory> okay
After around 10 minutes, I was a nametag in the distance.
<Gregory> Travis, is that you?
<Me> Yep
We both started heading home, and then...
== Chapter 3 "Unknown" ==
In the distance, I saw a nametag. I pointed this out to Gregory, who looked and saw it too.
<Gregory> Davis, is that you?
<Me> Should we go there?
<Gregory> Something tells me we shouldn't. 
Eventually, Curiosity got the better of us, and we made out horses go toward it.
It was Davis. He looked like he was AFK, but his skin looked different.
Before I could register what was going on, Davis' character disappeared, and we started heading muffled voices from Davis' blank Skype video.
<Me> Scott? 
...nothing.
<Me> Scott???
Still nothing.
At this point, we both were getting scared. 
<Gregory> I'ma call, Scott.
I heard Greg get off his chair, a door opening, and footsteps.
Then my front door slammed.
I froze.
Nobody was home except me. Dad was at the office, and so was Mom.
I ran to my bedroom door, closed and locked it, and grabbed a lamp on my bedside table.
Then I started.
A loud noise was coming from the computer.
== Chapter 4 "Dreams" ==
A minute had passed and there was no talk from Greg's microphone. Cleary whatever had happened to Davis and Scott had happened to Greg too.
...
I sat down on my bed, putting down the lamp. I felt dizzy.
I was starting to remember things I didn't want to, things I wanted to be put at the back of my head. Locked away.
I couldn't help it. I started to remember it.
My brother's disappearance.
I was five and he was four.
We were out in the garden, playing with toys and digging holes in the soft dirt and playing tag, and we had the entire evening to ourselves. We were in our little world.
Mom and Dad were watching a movie that was some cheesy comedy movie. None of us was as rested, so we went out to the garden.
Then I heard crunching grass.
I looked up.
A man stood before me. A man in black.
He must have been around 5ft "5, and we looked at him.
He grabbed my brother's arm. And he lifted him off. And he ran.
I started crying. If I didn't, he would've probably taken me, too.
My father came to the garden fast enough to see the man in black speeding away on the pavement, clutching my brother. 
I started crying even worse.
I clutched my head. It pained.
Deep in my mind, I didn't want to relive his name. But I knew it off by heart - Tomas.
At this point, it had been 10 minutes, so I cautiously opened the door and went downstairs. Everything was in place, nothing broken.
I called my Mother and Father. They called the police.
I walked up to my room. I sat in my chair.
Suddenly, I started having flashbacks.
An image floated across my eyes.
It was off our old house.
Then my bed.
Then my PC.
Then my cupboard.
I started hearing echoes of people screaming, screaming Set us free! Break the cycle!
And that was all I heard as I fell to the floor, my vision blinded.
NEXT >
Category:CheeseWasHere
Category:Dramapasta
Category:Echoes Series