Herobrine’s name, whispered in dread, A spirit or a killer, the locals said. But as they explored, oddities they found, That defied logic, and left them spellbound.
Nazzy Pierce, a scientist bold, Found a message in blood, a story untold. “One week, one death,” it did say, A chilling warning, to keep fear at bay.
Timothy missing, in the mansion’s dark halls, Thomas and Nazzy, heeded the calls. To the village they went, seeking the truth, In the library’s depths, they searched for the proof.
But as they delved into the history’s embrace, Timothy’s absence, left them in a chase. Nazzy stayed behind, while Thomas went on, To find his friend, before the break of dawn.
In the village, the mystery deepened its hold, As Thomas called out, his voice so bold. But Timothy’s silence, echoed in the air, Leaving Thomas in despair, with a worried stare.