There.In.That.House <a creepypasta survival story>

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"...yeah... Sure..what for?"

"I don't know, I barely know where it is."

Pen facepalmed.

"Wow, Aubrey. Wow. You are definitely joking."

"Nope."

I kept trying, and eventually got her to believe in me. We then went downstairs, ate a quick breakfast of bread and peanut butter, then left a note for Cody and Antonio so that they know where we are.

Then we went outside, to the maple tree on the more westward lawn, to plan our day of looking for buried treasure.

"Aubrey, this sounds perfectly ridiculous." Pen stated firmly.

"Well I really don't care. A guy in the shed mentioned burying chests around, and I'm going to look for one, or maybe more."

I then walked around the tree, and all around the yard and whatnot.

Nothing.

It really sucks, not to have a map, or clues, or anything. Just a catch of information.

I went to the basement, and checked there, as well as the garage, and all around the feild. Nothing seemed suspicious, or marked.

But there must be something, anything to help me identify who these crazy people are, maybe even names, and how to defeat or avoid them. Even Penny seemed to be on the hunt for something, with no luck.

"You know, this feels stupid. Maybe this is a wild goose chase."

We were in the barn, and I was checking the stall. I was frustrated and tired from the search, so I sat down on a bucket in the corner.

"Gwaahh!"

"What is it?"

"A stupid damn hole opened up under me!!"

Penny looked down the hole at me below, rubbing my aching ass.

She asked in a monotone.

"Any treasure?"

I looked down. There was a lot of loose dirt and a bucket around me. I threw the bucket out, then started digging the dirt out with my hands. Soon, I hit a hard, flat wooden surface.

"You know, " Penn said with interest.

"Your hole is shaped perfectly square."

"Well, I guess it's to fit this perfect cube chest!" I retorted, though she was right, I was standing in a perfectly square hole in the ground.

"Oh, a chest? Open it, Aubrey!"

I opened the chest. Inside, there was,

"Just this book, " I said, then carefully opened it. The title was simply '/entity.name Herobrine,' literally.

"Now that's a funny name." Penny said, and giggled.

"Slash entity name Herobrine! Hee, hee"

"That's my name, yes?"

We both whirled around. The one man from the meeting, he was there, just standing there.

He walked towards us, with instead of a weird digging tool, which I think is a picaxe, a blueish white shining sword.

As he came closer, the shadows came off him. He looked perfectly normal, I guess, except for the eyes. This guy, Herobrine, has pure white eyes, with no iris nor pupil or anything.

We ran out of the shed screaming, and slammed the barn's sliding door shut.

We ran back to the safety of the side yard, where we stood there and panted.

"Do you... Do you think it's safe...now?"

"Yeah...I think so.."

I looked down at the book, /entity.name Herobrine in my hands.

Seeing that that creepy ass pickaxe guy's name is Herobrine, I would guess this is some type of journal to him.

Didn't I strike lucky?