You're camping with your friends out in the woods, and you're all sitting around the fire. One of them, someone you feel like you've seen before, but haven't roasts a marshmallow over the fire. It catches fire, and he blows it out quickly.

"Wow," you say. "Him catching a marshmallow on fire was more interesting than your 'spooky' story."
The familiar person smiles, and says, "You wanna hear a REAL spooky story? Here's a true story. Didn't believe it myself until last night."


"You all know the tale of Herobrine. Fake paintings, friends in costumes, all that stuff. But this is a true story... The story of the REAL Herobrine!

The glowing no eyes Steve? Merely a way of accessing our world. Herobrine was once an ordinary man. He was a game artist. Pixel artist, to be specific.

Then, he died. Nobody knows how, when they checked the body it was fine, but he was very clearly dead. In his ghostly form, he was furious. He searched the entire world for what he assumed was his assassin, but to this day, he cannot find them. His only way of actually doing anything is taking control of humans..."

As he trails off, you could have sworn you saw a smoky figure lurking in the shadows...