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October 31st, 2013. A 15 year old boy named Cole Ferzten loved playing Minecraft with his similarly aged school friend John. Together, they built many structures and lived happily, until something horrible happened on November 1st...

That day, the sun was shining like a burning torch. Cole was playing Minecraft as usual, with John. They were building a giant golem, until they both were attacked by an army of spiders. John died, and Cole had to kill all the spiders. John suddenly crashed and his computer shut down.

As Cole connected to Discord with John, they both had a chat about why John's computer crashed. He said that his computer couldn't handle the high amount of spiders; lagging his game and thus, crashing. As Cole talked about building a snow golem, John disconnected. Cole tried calling him, but no answer. He just looked back at Minecraft and waited for John to come back. He didn't. Cole, bored and tired, got ready for bed and slept, but something, or someone, was standing in front of the window, with its jaws open.

The next morning, Cole woke up with a loud ringing sound from his phone. He picked up, and asked "Hello?" The only response was a voice that said "I will rise..." and the phone call ended. Cole was shocked a little, and stood there frozen. He was thinking about John. Cole snapped out of daze and he went downstairs for breakfast. His parents had a worried expressions on their faces. Cole asked "What's wrong?" And his father gave him the newspaper he was reading. As Cole rummaged through the pages, he found a page that was shocking. A tear went down his cheek. The title was: "LOCAL BOI JOHN DIED IN MURDERS ON MEME STREET!" Cole gave back the newspaper and sat in the table with his family, quietly chewing his cereal.

Back in the old days, John was a big eater in Minecraft. When he lost one of his hunger bars, he would eat a pumpkin pie instead of a normal porkchop. After having done that for 3 months, Cole put a stop to it by explaining that he didn't need to be worried, and it all stopped.

In the present, Cole had just finished his bowl of cereal. He went back to his room, and opened up Minecraft to forget all about this. Nothing unusual happened. He just built a random structure. After about 12 minutes he closed his computer and just sat there, dazed.

Suddenly, something white passed by him. Cole stood up and turned around quickly, but found nothing. He knew something had passed by him. Or maybe it flew past by him. Cole was scared out of his mind. He was beginning to wonder if this was an act of a phantom. Cole ran out of his room, slammed the door, and ran downstairs. His mom came to him and asked what was such a hurry. Cole just said "nothing," and took a cup of water that was beside the counter. He drank it down, calming him down. He even had to admit he felt much better.

At 6:00 PM, the horizon was gloomy. It was dark and frightening. Wind howled. Clouds covered the sundown. Cole turned on his computer once again, turned on Minecraft, and created a new world in survival mode. He spawned in the middle of the woods. There was some wolves hanging out. Cole didn't know what to do with the wolves, so he just left them alone. He saw his first tree, and chopped it down. Then another. After he had 180 wood planks in total, he decided to build his house. Since he was great at building, he built a nice house with a stunning roof. He smiled at his work, and went inside to sleep.

Cole was proud of his interior work. It had furni, crafting tables, and some other useful stuff. Cole cooked some of the meat, which he got from the chickens and sheep, and ate. He then built a bed and slept.

Cole woke up early in his house in Minecraft, even though the game was programmed to wake up at morning. Cole, confused, looked around. He saw nothing, so he just clicked the bed again. But the message would just appear "You can't sleep for now because" with a garbled reason. Cole began to worry. He knew something must've woken him. He walked out of his house, and the time turned into day. What the h*ck? Cole thought, because he was a good Christian boy, and looked around.

Suddenly, an unpleasant surprise appeared. A zombie model with a scary texture was behind him! Its head was tilted right. The figure made some growling noises, and hit Cole. Cole screamed and ran, with the figure in hot pursuit. Cole rushed away blindly from the creature, and fell in a nearby lake. As Cole attempted to cross water, the figure said in a spooky, familiar voice, "I am hungry, old friend." Cole yelped and leaped out of the water.

He ran and ran, until he reached a jungle temple. He looked back, and saw that the figure had disappeared. He ran through the jungle. As he slowly entered the temple, he saw the figure waiting! Cole wanted to scream, but he was paralyzed with fear. The figure approached Cole, and whispered, "I am still here, hungry for flesh, old friend." Cole couldn't believe his eyes IF TEN MILLION FIREFLIES LIT UP THE WORLD AS HE FELL ASLEEP. Then the figure disappeared. Cole was still paralyzed. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. His eyes were wide. He couldn't talk, or make a noise. Cole realized, that it was his friend; John.

To this day, John hasn't been seen or heard from since that day.