Mcyt Oneshots

The Ghost

Noises had been coming from the house on the hill. Crashes and bumps would fill your ears if you walked too close to it. And the Half-man could be seen muttering to himself, lacing the ground with boats and string, setting an elaborate trap for the ghost.

The ghost that only he could hear. His allies humoured him with the idea of a ghost; everyone else called him insane.

But he would stay adamant, insisting this ghost was there.

Maybe the loneliness was getting to him...

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Joel Smallishbeans knew what the others thought of him. Dangerous, Insane, Deluded. All the things they would say when they thought he couldn't hear. Even his allies in the pizza alliance talked about him, he knew that.

But he didn't mind.

What he did mind, was the fact they couldn't hear the ghost. The stupid ghost that wouldn't leave his hill. Nor would it let itself be caught, or even proven to exist.

Instead, it just flitted around his home, making that maddening noise, driving Joel closer to the edge, closer to snapping.

He had placed down three more boats today, determined that, one day, the ghost would mess up and land in one. But now it was dark, and fatigue was creeping up on him.

Joel was getting ready for bed, and nothing in his routine seemed out of place. He fed the dogs, he locked the doors and shut the windows, all without incident, but once he had climbed the narrow stairs to his room, things started happening.

He was taking off his boots when the tell-tale noise of the ghost sounded right by his ear. In a flash he was up, dragging his sword from its scabbard, scanning the room with hungry eyes, searching for a sign, for anything.

But there was nothing. Of course there was nothing.

Joel sheathed his sword, blood boiling as the ghost got away again. He turned back to his bed and looked straight into large purple eyes.

His stomach dropped, and he felt his heart stop for more then a second, as he recognised the trademark enderman purple, however, after a terrified minute, Joel noticed these weren't normal enderman eyes.

They had no pupils and seemed to be staring at him from under a veil. There was no guttural screeching that came from looking into an endermans eyes either.

Maybe, it was safe to move, safe to look away.

Joel took a step back, taking in more of the Non-enderman. It was tall and looked just like an enderman, with black skin and glowing particles. It had a black veil hanging from its horns, over its face and down to it's elbows.

The Non-enderman cocked its head, still looking into Joel's eyes.

You could cut the tension with a knife.

Suddenly, a noise from downstairs- Scar had come calling- caused the Non-enderman to hiss and disappear, leaving Joels ears ringing with the noise of the ghost...

~*~