A player roamed the grounds. He loved his world. He built, he constructed, and he explored his creativity all to his desire. But one day, things changed, and that would be a moment he would never forget. So I was just sitting on a classic survival world a few nights ago, 2:00 AM on a saturday night.I created the world. Set the difficulty to hard. Then I spawned near a rare mesa biome. I punched some wood, made the block that opens the gates to crafting, made a wooden pickaxe, found a near cave hole, mined stone, and crafted some stone tools and mined several coal. Luckily, I found some iron. 7 iron ore blocks to be exact. I crafted a furnace, smelted some iron. Then I risked myself and dove deeper to the cave and found some loads of iron. I mined 25 iron ores and a stack of coal. That's 32 in total. Then I realized I had to eat food since my hunger was quite low. So I immediately went out of the cave and decided to kill some nearby sheep on the plains. I crafted another furnace to smelt iron and my food at the same time. Several minutes later, I'm done smelting my iron, and food, chopped some more trees. It was becoming night time I started headingback towards my smelting area. Then In darkness the I saw a unnatural entity blank and still in a act of curiosity i moved closer then I notice. The face of this entity squinting eyes glowing like burning embers. Along with an unbearably large smile.