You may not know who I am but, let me tell you this: I'm always watching, even in the worst of weather. You must be wondering where it is that I hide so you don't see me but, that's the thing; I don't hide. I don't have to. I'm invisible to the naked eye and if you get close, you can only see yourself. How many times have you seen me? Probably tons of times but u never cared to take an extra look. You, like all people pass over me and let me follow you around. I even know who you are. If you dare to read outside, I'm there already. Watching from under that big tree in the park. I know it sounds weird, the way I'm explaining it all but, if I don't riddle my occupation to you, what fun is that?

Sixteen popular minecraft youtubers are forced into a mysterious, dark mansion by Herobrine himself. All windows, doors, and other escape routes are all blocked, providing no way to sneak out. The only way to escape? Kill one of your peers and not get caught. Who will survive this game of murder and mystery?

A short story dedicated to those clever ones who get neglected.

It's that nagging thought- I feel it in my chest, my mind- everywhere. A stream of words come on, and I feel the urge to write. I'm drunk on exhaustion, and for some reason, that's when my morals release and I'm left with my raw thoughts, uninfluenced by society. Sure, it's past midnight, but do writers actually sleep? Welcome to the Late Night Writing Club.