- WrongLord
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- Senior Legendary Member
I awoke, as I would any other day. Sitting on the couch, beer to the side and my laptop on the table, sitting at the Minecraft menu. The thing is; it didn't look right, all options were removed from the menu and the 'Create World' option was replaced with 'Join Us'.
Curious, I decided to click the strangely placed button. It seemed to start as usual, stranded in a random area with no supplies, but when I went to my inventory: there was an object I had never seen sitting at the top right corner. It looked like a sphere of some sort, but it was glowing.
When I equipped the sphere, wondering what it was, it brought me into a world of horrors. The immensely dreadful sight was almost un-explainable, except for one thing.. it showed my name on a redstone-powered screen. And it wasn't my Minecraft name, it was my real name.
It was too terrifying for even myself to have handled, so I quit.
The next morning, after waking from a nightmarish sleep of the previous nights events, I discovered a new folder on my desktop titled 'you shouldn't have come'. Still curious, and feeling more brave than the night before I opened it.
The gruesome pictures showed a torn apart young woman, aged around 18-25. They depicted -blam!- acts being performed on oneself, and the parts spread around the bloodied ground. A part of her.. her face was strange. A smile was carved into it, as if someone took a blade to it. From that, the lips were shaped and retracted using a needle and threads. The eyes were open, but colored white, not just regular white; milky white.
I shut my laptop screen, absolutely terrified. I was worried about the person and decided to contact the police. After talking to the operator, they dispatched an officer to my home.
Quickly after I hung up, I heard a knock on my door. And there she was, stitched together like Frankenstein and holding a bloody blade in her hand, still with the morbid smile that she had in the pictures. She lunged at me, screaming "MOIRA WANTS YOU", I dodged and smashed the.. things face against my wall. Almost no damage had seemed to be taken. After delaying 'Moira' the officer arrived, and shot it.
We talked, I showed him the pictures, then explained the situation. The station offered free psychotherapy, I had to accept.
Several weeks after the events, still shell shocked from my experience, I get a call from the morgue.
"There's something strange we found on the body, a note, we need you to come down."
As soon as I arrived I was greeted by an investigator, and as I entered the room which they contained the body.. there was a note on the medical tray.
"We know who you are. We are coming, we will do to you what we did to Moira."