Cubecraft horror story:
Drip, drop... drip, drop... A dark reddish substance was seeping through the ceiling onto the oak wood floor creating a sticky puddle on the floor. Arthur the best survival games player on cube craft trudged through it after escaping near death from a sharp dagger wielded by hackersdontwin one of the helpers on cube craft. It was dark and he had just entered the the dwelling of a group of grave diggers who had gone missing 5 years prior to Arthur entering there mansion. Arthur's breathe was travelling in waves from his mouth as he crept into the next room away from the pool of that sticky substance but he coiled back into the first room as the stench of the room he had just entered hit his nose.
Arthur felt into his leather bag and pulled out a torch and some Flint. There was a spark as he lit the torch, there in front of him in the second that the torch stayed lit for was a body, blood gushing out of a severd Atari in his or her neck. He jumped back and brandished his iron sword pointing it in the direction of the decomposing body.
Arthur backed away as he blindly thrashed around for a light switch or some kind of light source, as he got near the door leading him to the room he has just emerged from he felt a long wet thing attached to a lever. Arthur was desperate now so he pulled down hard on it and to his relief a lamp flicked on.
He quickly found this was a mistake as he saw the long slippery thing and realised it was an lone arm plastered in blood and half a bone sticking out of the end with a hand attached to the lever.
There was a scream, down below. Maybe in the basement maybe or from a hidden cellar. He turned around slowly and to his horror he saw more than just one dead body slumped on the floor. They were the old residents of this place with some of there flesh ripped off and there eyes gouged out of there sockets. Arthur paried back a small spider hanging from a cobweb as it swung towards him in the fear of the light.
Arthur was sick everywhere as he saw the maggots eating away at the grave diggers stomachs.
Just as he left the room the light fused and it again went dark.
Arthur felt his way over the body's until he found a window that he renched open but then wind blasted him back like a tornado hitting a city. He landed hard against the back wall and it gave way the mossy cobblestone crashing down on top of him.
Again there was a noise but this time it was closer much closer, laughing. Arthur sprung to his feet and shouted "get out here and face me" but there was no reply.
He felt a long bloody slit across the top of his head as he touched it. Touching it caused him to wince.
Arthur walked into the secret room he had just discovered but soon he wished he had not. The light of moon streamed through the cracked roof and in the spotlight he saw yet another body this time of a young boy. The body had deep bites all around the front of his neck dark black and red blood cascaded down to his shirt. He cried out tears rolling down his eyes. He saw Arthur. He quickly ripped the sword out of Arthur's hand without saying a word to him and stabbed it deep into his own skull penetrating his brain. Arthur stopped and looked down at the torcherd child and closed the kids eye lids.
He got up and started pounding every wall in the room screaming and dancing around in frustration. Soon enough he came across something else more horrific than anything he had seen yet. A girl dangling from a chandler high above, hard chunky blood oozing from her mouth and serveral open wounds in her body. Her face was white and it was obvious that she had been in excruciating pain before her life was cut short.
He felt something in his stomach. A bubbling. Something was inside him eating Arthur from the inside. Arthur was sick, not normal sick he had just sicked up blood and following that an organ. He new this was the end he knew that it was his cut on his head that had got infected. He yelled at the top of his voice for help and a figure came to him. Maybe he would be alright maybe he would be saved. Then it lunged at him biting into his neck the disappearing, leaving Arthur to bleed out slowly. Probably coming to eat the body later. Then the diary ended. I stood next to his corpse the skin had long gone. I put the book back under his arm as I drew my sword and left the house not even bothering for chests in the mansion.
Just remember this story next time you enter a house on survival games ;)
Drip, drop... drip, drop... A dark reddish substance was seeping through the ceiling onto the oak wood floor creating a sticky puddle on the floor. Arthur the best survival games player on cube craft trudged through it after escaping near death from a sharp dagger wielded by hackersdontwin one of the helpers on cube craft. It was dark and he had just entered the the dwelling of a group of grave diggers who had gone missing 5 years prior to Arthur entering there mansion. Arthur's breathe was travelling in waves from his mouth as he crept into the next room away from the pool of that sticky substance but he coiled back into the first room as the stench of the room he had just entered hit his nose.
Arthur felt into his leather bag and pulled out a torch and some Flint. There was a spark as he lit the torch, there in front of him in the second that the torch stayed lit for was a body, blood gushing out of a severd Atari in his or her neck. He jumped back and brandished his iron sword pointing it in the direction of the decomposing body.
Arthur backed away as he blindly thrashed around for a light switch or some kind of light source, as he got near the door leading him to the room he has just emerged from he felt a long wet thing attached to a lever. Arthur was desperate now so he pulled down hard on it and to his relief a lamp flicked on.
He quickly found this was a mistake as he saw the long slippery thing and realised it was an lone arm plastered in blood and half a bone sticking out of the end with a hand attached to the lever.
There was a scream, down below. Maybe in the basement maybe or from a hidden cellar. He turned around slowly and to his horror he saw more than just one dead body slumped on the floor. They were the old residents of this place with some of there flesh ripped off and there eyes gouged out of there sockets. Arthur paried back a small spider hanging from a cobweb as it swung towards him in the fear of the light.
Arthur was sick everywhere as he saw the maggots eating away at the grave diggers stomachs.
Just as he left the room the light fused and it again went dark.
Arthur felt his way over the body's until he found a window that he renched open but then wind blasted him back like a tornado hitting a city. He landed hard against the back wall and it gave way the mossy cobblestone crashing down on top of him.
Again there was a noise but this time it was closer much closer, laughing. Arthur sprung to his feet and shouted "get out here and face me" but there was no reply.
He felt a long bloody slit across the top of his head as he touched it. Touching it caused him to wince.
Arthur walked into the secret room he had just discovered but soon he wished he had not. The light of moon streamed through the cracked roof and in the spotlight he saw yet another body this time of a young boy. The body had deep bites all around the front of his neck dark black and red blood cascaded down to his shirt. He cried out tears rolling down his eyes. He saw Arthur. He quickly ripped the sword out of Arthur's hand without saying a word to him and stabbed it deep into his own skull penetrating his brain. Arthur stopped and looked down at the torcherd child and closed the kids eye lids.
He got up and started pounding every wall in the room screaming and dancing around in frustration. Soon enough he came across something else more horrific than anything he had seen yet. A girl dangling from a chandler high above, hard chunky blood oozing from her mouth and serveral open wounds in her body. Her face was white and it was obvious that she had been in excruciating pain before her life was cut short.
He felt something in his stomach. A bubbling. Something was inside him eating Arthur from the inside. Arthur was sick, not normal sick he had just sicked up blood and following that an organ. He new this was the end he knew that it was his cut on his head that had got infected. He yelled at the top of his voice for help and a figure came to him. Maybe he would be alright maybe he would be saved. Then it lunged at him biting into his neck the disappearing, leaving Arthur to bleed out slowly. Probably coming to eat the body later. Then the diary ended. I stood next to his corpse the skin had long gone. I put the book back under his arm as I drew my sword and left the house not even bothering for chests in the mansion.
Just remember this story next time you enter a house on survival games ;)