Little Brother

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AN: Hai I has writer's block for my other book so I will be posting this. It actually was a school assignment that I was able to incorporate minecraft into. The only rule is that it must be a horror. This was written on November 3rd 2014 so as you read, you can see that this book was
supposed to take place in the future. As well as it being a minecraft reference, it also refers to the Mianite series on YouTube as well. Well here it is.

*Steve's POV*

Running. That's all I can do. I must escape. This place contains a monster. A demon no one would ever want to meet. A demon whose story shouldn't even be told.

Many people would think he is just a myth, but I would know because he was my brother. I no longer consider him at such a high status. He is the lowest life form here; lower than a pig, lower than a creeper. Anything you can think of, he is below. Why, you may ask?

It's because he killed my mother, Stephanie. Just when he turned 5, he stole the only item my father left behind, a diamond dagger. He took it and stabbed mother, she dropped to the ground, blood pouring from her insides, and died. Now he has decided to kill off every family member left, all that know of the horrid incident that was no accident.

I still cry myself to sleep every night. I miss my mother very much, I was only 7 years of age when she died and I was left an orphan. Before we were born, my father died in a mining accident in which he was being chased by an enderman and fell into a pool of lava. We never heard from him again. Mother never told me his name because every time she thought of him, her eyes would well up with tears.

I had recently married my new wife, Stevalina. Though my childhood house was full of both good and bad memories, we decided to live in it instead of leave it behind. Back when I was 7, the day of my mother's death, I shunned my brother, Herobrine, and forced him out of the home. I only saw Herobrine a few occasions after that. Recently, just after my marriage, I have noticed some strange and spooky things occurring.

Things that will send chills down your spine and leave a trail of goosebumps all over your body. The first thing that happened wasn't very scary, but it still was strange. On the night of my wedding, the night of November 10th, 2014, the wedding cake disappeared. All that was left behind was grey spiral particles floating in the cakes place. Stevalina nearly has a bridezilla fit and I was left confused.

I began to worry but I guess it was ok because we had a supply of chocolate chip cookies to go around, and you know how Stevalina is with her cookies. The next day something spooky happened.

~Flashback~

I was walking outside, I needed some fresh air. I was so happy as a husband, my honeymoon was planned to be in 4 days. I heard some footsteps behind me and a cool wind blow, I whipped around and sighed in relief to see it was only Stevalina. She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. "Who did you think it was?" she asked.

"Oh nobody. You just surprised me, I didn't realize you were awake," I lied, deep down in my gut I had a bad feeling that something was coming for me. I stared off into the void, then I turned around and looked at the house I haven't been in for years. I lived there until I was a teenager, until my brother began to appear again. I found him staring through my window a couple of times and sleeping on my porch in the morning. He was always watching and he always gave me the creeps, worse than a creeper would.

I moved far away from there, about 1000 blocks for every year I lived. I was soon 16000 blocks away from my brother, my final destination. I dug an underground base, met Stevalina, got engaged, moved in with her, got married, and now, I am here. I now stared at the house, looking at the dirt sheep grazed too many times, the trampled farm, the leaky roof, and the lifeless area. "This garden could use some fixin', well, good luck with that," Stevalina giggled as she patted my back and walked away. I gathered some roses and placed them by the front of the spruce wood house except for where the doors were. But, every time I placed a rose, it got destroyed.

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