I'm Being Stalked, How Dandy!

It all started on June 6th, 1944. Well, not really. I was partaking in the recreation of a prominent battle that took place on that date, in which Allied units from Belgium, France, Czechoslovakia and many other countries invaded the coast of Europe in order to take the territory back from the German occupants. But of course, this isn’t what the story is about. It is about me, or rather, that thing that follows me around in Minecraft. I suppose I should start from the beginning. I need the patience to get all this down and not look like a fool in the process.

My friends and I were working on our biggest building project yet, a large-scale map detailing one of the most grueling battles in World War II. We were a group of eight sedulous players. Our goal was to turn this wonderful world into a big capture-the-point game with modified weapons to suit WWII’s fascinating attire. A few of my friends knew a lot about Java Scripting and did most of the work on the command blocks. Enough about the setting though its time I tell you about how I got into my paranoid state. A few of my friends were constructing the trenches beyond the bunkers and I was clearing a forest using TNT and flames.

We planned on building a small abandon town here. I was halfway through the abundance of vegetation when all of a sudden, I developed this strange feeling that I was being watched. I scanned the area, with no one insight I decided to check on my friends to see how they were getting along with their tasks. However, they were nowhere to be found. I observed the clock on my desktop which read: 8:00 PM. I laughed, I was so focused on my job that I didn’t notice everyone had left due to it being late. Since my parents weren’t home though, I thought I might as well stay on for a little bit longer.

As I finished off the last of the useless trees, I began to feel paranoid again. I didn’t play alone often, mostly because I found it boring. This was an expectation, however; I wanted to see how surprised my friends would be to see how much I accomplished as one guy. Regrettably, this never happened. I first conjured up this feeling that something wasn’t right when I began to hear a faint breathing sound. They were heavy and almost sounded restrained.

Upon hearing this, I scanned the area thoroughly before shrugging it off as my mind’s undying request for me to get some sleep. It wasn’t very often that I hallucinated, but I didn’t care. I was too immersed in the game to bother. The bright screen illuminated my dark room and kept my eyes widened. My weary pupils darted across all corners of the screen. As I continued to go about my business, I hardly noticed the eerie breathing sound increasing in volume.

When the forest was completely demolished, I slumped back in my chair and rubbed my eyelids. I was indeed tired. With it being 9:00 PM now I considered getting some sleep. I was about to exit the game when something caught my debilitated attention.

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 * After recent studies, I discovered most stories receive feedback when they are in their W.I.P state. Therefore, I want to see what the community thinks of this story so far, and what you guys think I should change. Only then will I finish this story.

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