Herobrine story Part II
By: ElementDragon and Iam2k10



I ran as fast as fast as I could, I ran and ran until I...I saw what looked to be abandoned house. I ran into the house and closed the door behind us. As soon as I had placed her down, we both had the same thought and started to grab furniture after furniture to stockpile behind the door. We were so busy trying to blockade the door we didn't take the time to investigate the house. When we were done, we had noticed, there was a dim orange flickering light illuminating from the back of the house but not enough to let us fully see what was around us. It felt eerie, almost terrifying.


We both began to look around the house, trying to find some sticks and coal. As I looked around, I had found a bunch of worn down cardboard boxes. I began to search through them in hopes of finding something… anything. It was to dark to see exactly what was in them so I just moved my hand around the objects hoping that I would know if it was what I wanted. As I felt the objects they all felt strange, they felt cold and smooth on some parts but what seemed to be cracks on other parts of these strange objects. Aha, "I think I found some coal", I shouted across the room to Emily. She then replied to me with, "I think I found a stick". She went down to pick up the stick from the ground when I heard her scream. As soon as I stood up to check what had happened....I blacked out, the fatigue had finally caught up to me


I was coming too, but something wasn't right...there were a set of eyes glaring at me-staring so intensely at me. I couldn't quite pinpoint the location, but heck at this point I wanted to run away from them rather than find them. In my paralyzed state, I stupidly made an attempt to move, I crawled, and crawled and crawled...I was at the feet of a creature...I could feel its elongated and drawn out heaving and breathing. I looked up and saw something no one ever should see; herobrine...herobrine with Emily's throat in his hands. “Stop, stop...please stop, take me not...not her” is all I could utter with a soft scream. He replied with a stare and let go of her, I-I-I couldn't believe it. He squat down so we could see eye to eye, I could feel his ice cold breath, I could feel the sheer terror that accompanied his gaze. He was the embodiment of jealousy and terror, but as he stared at me... I could sense that he wasn't doing this for fun, but because his real self died, he died with the one wish of having someone to talk to, whether it be his brother or a friend. It was too late however, he lunged at me, and grasped me by the throat. He began to lift, and lift and lift until, the edges of my vision began to blur, just then, just before I lost consciousness I saw...everything went black. I woke and a was engulfed in the void, the pure blackness was accompanied by an ongoing crowd of whispers all ominously shrieking “I told you to stay away”