Creepy Things About Minecraft Novels & Stories

That old hag, as annoying as she was I'll admit her power is admirable. "I do not think it matters, the witches know about you, I am sure." I mumbled. A small and creepy cabin comes into my vision. Its wood looks rotten, dark with moss plastered onto it like paint. Its windows are dark with spiderwebs making its home. "This must be where Mericel and her little admirers are. Creepy little thing. Hope I do not catch a disease just by looking at it." I murmur. Cylester laughs on my shoulder nearly toppling over.

Tonight could get ugly. I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a moment, feeling out into the night. They were definitely coming, and there were more of them than I had expected. I thought we’d knocked out most of the Vampires in the area during our raids. The deeper I probed, the more I realized most of these were newbies, created recently for just such an event. I guess a Vampire’s a little bit like a cockroach. You can do your best to squish them, but if you leave one or two around, soon enough, you’ll find yourself infested again.

This was the most grotesque thing they had seen in their life. With his keen senses, Creed already knew that this heart was not something they should mess with. An unknown thing as bizarre as this could be fatal to their soul or even their minds. They had already read about strange beings inside the glitch. There were already many casualties and strange existences in the glitch unanswered, and they thought this could very well be one of them.

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

It looked like a werewolf, but its proportions were all wrong—too long, too lean, its claws like obsidian daggers. It was a Creeper—a rogue wolf that had spent so long away from human form that it had devolved into something monstrous. They were the boogeymen of the pack, the things mothers warned their pups about. The creature prowled toward her, its breath a foul-smelling mist in the cold air. It stood over her, its shadow swallowing her whole. "You smell of the Silver Poison," the creature rumbled, leaning down until its wet snout was inches from her face. "And the stench of a Broken Bond. You are a carcass already, little bird. Why do you still breathe?"

The creatures, a grotesque result of twisted experiments, sent shivers down their spines. It was more fearsome than the human inside this thing. Marcky, whose expression showed disgust, muttered, "What in the hell have they been doing here? This is beyond messed up." Marcky was lucky that he could keep himself calm; otherwise, he could have used his ability to do these things.

He asks. My heart starts to beat faster at the mention of their name or maybe it's the fact that I just read Kevin's mind like it's the most natural thing in the world. "I think what's weird is your obsession with that creepy Amelia." Ella spits out Amelia's name like it's vernom. Kevin shakes his head. "Not this again." He says in an annoyed voice.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone knocked on the door. The players immediately became alert and aimed their weapons outside. But there was nothing outside the door. A player named Liam breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re really scaring ourselves. This place was so remote—there weren’t even NPCs here, let alone players.” But they didn’t see that a hand had already slipped inside. Literally. A hand. I recognized it instantly—it was the Patchwork Monster’s right hand.