Spooky Minecraft Parkour Tales

My brother isn’t well he’s been locked up in his room for over a week now whenever I walk past his door I can’t hear him in there Whispering the food that Mom left by his door hasn’t been touched dad went into his room once it didn’t go so well Dad had looked

Downright pissed after my brother said something so awful it had made mom cry this was just before he decided to make his room his permanent place of residence he hasn’t been the same since he found that book in the Attic our grand father collected some pretty weird

and I never liked being around him much when he was alive I don’t think he liked me very much either but my brother liked him and the feeling must have been Mutual Grandpa used to read us stories that my brother absolutely adored but the stories always freaked me out and

Gave me nightmares red-faced dad had marched up the stairs to confront my brother and force him to apologize to mom for whatever horrible thing he’d said to upset her so badly I remember very clearly the sound of Dad’s booming foot footfalls as he went upstairs to my brother’s room I’d heard that sound

Before I think a lot of us can remember the sound of our parents coming to unleash holy hell on us for something we had done wrong it’s a distinct sound and a fear inducing one at that but that’s not what sticks with me it wasn’t the sound of Dad’s Sledgehammer footfalls

Going up the stairs that troubled me so much but the sound of them coming back down at Double the speed he was running down the stairs as fast as his legs could carry I heard he him scream when he reached the bottom step the scream must have been caught in his throat as

He fled down and away from my brother’s room but it had finally come loose I can still hear that scream too I hear it come to life every night then it fades away down the street and off to wherever it is that Dad had run off to I’d never

Heard him scream like that before in fact I’d never heard anyone scream like that in my entire life it was pure concentrated Terror primal apik whatever dad had seen when he opened the door to my brother’s room had shaken his very being I have no idea where Dad went he

Hasn’t been back since mom doesn’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I keep telling her he needs to see a doctor but she won’t listen to reason she won’t accept that my brother is deeply Disturbed in ways that I never thought possible there’s no history of

Mental illness in our family that I’m aware of and my brother doesn’t exude the typical symptoms of those with schizophrenia but there is something wrong with him something Beyond mine or mom’s understanding he was never like this before I can’t think of anything that could have caused such a drastic

Change in his personality other than that book but after what happened to Dad I don’t want to go anywhere near my brother’s room let alone go in there searching for that damn book I love my brother but he’s becoming something dark and unfamiliar it’s the next day and

Dad’s still not back Mom can’t reach him and neither can and I we think that maybe he had some sort of breakdown but to where he’s run off we couldn’t say my brother still won’t eat he just keeps Whispering all day and all night anytime mom goes upstairs and knocks on his door

The Whispers stop for a moment but there’s an air about my brother’s room that you don’t want to linger in for too long eventually Mom leaves and shortly after she does The Whispers start right back up I have no clue what he’s saying it’s too difficult to make out and it’s

Hard to stand near his door without feeling off mom still refuses to call a doctor even after she’d seen the untouched food next to my brother’s door and after she’d felt the weird Sensation from standing Too Close I’ve finally taken action though at least somewhat everything that I had searched online

Yielded little results so I decided to post a recording of my brother’s Whispers instead I left my phone by his door earlier today and recorded a small snippet afterwards I put on my headphones cranked up the volume and played it back I still couldn’t understand a single word of the litany

He’d been reciting but he was definitely speaking some sort of language when I posted the recording online asking for help in finding what language my brother was speaking since my brother knew only one language and had barely passed French in school I didn’t expect anyone to know what the hell he was saying

Given that the audio wasn’t the greatest quality but not long after posting someone had replied they said that my brother was speaking in what sounded like ancient Greek but that the tone and inflection was strange although odd they said that my brother was whispering the same thing over and

Over from what they could make out my brother was saying something like to Alpha Sigma Capa Iota muu alpon zicron mu Epsilon new Epsilon new omega lambon gamma Kappa Alpha Iota Epsilon P Alpha Gamma Gamma Lambda Lambda Amron mu Epsilon new ta new Alpha Theta new Alpha

Amron new Alpha Gamma P newu pyro Omicron to Omicron new Epsilon Omicron Gamma New newron Delon P Delta z alpha ta Omega P Alpha new which in English translates to We Grow our shadows in Twilight and Proclaim our undying love to dry aace newborn babe glory be to pan I had no

Clue what this meant but my brother had never spoken another language before let alone a dead tongue my grandfather might have known known what it meant since he already had Latin under his esoteric belt but it’s quite difficult to contact the dead unfortunately I told Mom but she won’t listen she’s been acting

Strange and I’m starting to think it has something to do with whatever is going on inside my brother’s bedroom I had felt that unearthly sensation whenever I got close to his bedroom door it was like something repelled you from getting closer you could push against that Force

But the longer you held your ground the stronger that Force pushed back it’s not easy to explain but overall the effect is very unsettling now all mom does is walk halfway up the stairs stop stare down the hallway for an eerie length of time then turn and head right back

Downstairs she keeps doing it over and over again and it’s really freaking me out after I posted the audio of my brother’s Whispers online I went back to try and record more to see if there was anything that would explain what was happening to him that was the only time

I’d heard his Whispers change in into a language I understood quite clearly if you ever record me again I’ll tell you exactly when and how you’ll die is what my own brother had said to me through the door the assuredness in his voice stopped me cold I don’t know why but it

Sounded as if he actually could and would tell me when and where I would die and it would be no lie coming from his lips I’ve never been afraid of my brother afraid for him sure but now well now he scares the everliving out of me mom’s gone I don’t have any idea

Where she went maybe she came down with a case of the screaming mimes and decided to join dad as a traveling shrieking duet I’m alone with my brother he stopped whispering but now he calls my name shouts it really he wants me to go up to his room and see what he’s done

I don’t want to go anywhere near him I think something is up there with him now and I know it’s not our mom she doesn’t Bellow like a bull and cackle like a hyena whatever is in there is very large too whenever it moves it rattles pictures in their frames and sends bits

Of plaster sprinkling down there’s a change in the air a reverse in polarity I feel an odd attraction to my brother’s room a strange curiosity is overtaking fear though they never slow their growth there’s music coming from my brother’s room awful beautiful music The Melody

Clings to the air it fills the house and lifts me off of my feet I’m going upstairs but I feel an old sensation resisting the pull a primal part of my being though distant and far away shrieks with the collective fear of our cave dwelling ancestors yet they grow

Quieter and the music swells growing with Wicked desire my brother calls my name and laughs with the thing in his room I can hear myself call back to him the thing in the room takes notice of my call and says something in a voice of sweet Decay that I do not understand but

The music continues to pull me up the steps they hear my Approach and their laughter grows frantic is it the laughter of the living the laughter of the Dead I think it’s the laughter of the Damned I laugh with them the crescendo is reached as I turn the knob

And push the door open we grow our shadows in Twilight and Proclaim our undying love to dry a piece newborn babe glory be to pan we grow our shadows in Twilight and Proclaim our undying love to dry a pece newborn babe glory be to pan we grow our shadows in Twilight and

Proclaim our undying love to dry Ace newborn babe glory be to pan