Spooky Season: Reinkarnitor’s Minecraft Stories

Hahaha [Laughter] hello there it is Irene Contour together with Blackie Doom’s room Voxer and Kali and because they Minecraft they’re all the different names except for Blackie and dooshroom but you this is this is the window with the people who have different names these tip shits here look at them

This is the winner with the accurate names today ladies and gentlemen and non-ladies and non-gentlemen we are doing a wonderful event called the spooky stories event now what is happening right now is that we are all in a Discord call oh by the way Luna is also here I forgot to mention her

Because he’s not there but she’s in a Discord call hello Luna but we all have prepared one spooky story to read to the others today I actually didn’t prepare for this oh I’ve got to pull one out of my ass anyway keep going you can see all okay guys you can start

With the first spooky story um did you see in Minecraft for real when box stops eating when my sister Betsy and I were kids our family lived for a while in a Charming old farmhouse we loved exploring the corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard

But our favorite thing was the ghost we called her mother because she seemed so kind and nurturing some morning Betsy and I would wake up and on each of our nightstands we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before mother had left them there worried that we’d get

Thirsty during the night she just won’t take care of us among the home’s original Furnishing was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the living room whenever we were preoccupied watching TV or playing a game mother would inch that chair forward across the room towards us

Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the center of the room we always felt sad putting it against Back Against The Wall mother just wanted to be near us years later long after we’d move out I found an old news part newspaper article about the form

Farmhouse’s original occupant a widow she’d murder her two children by giving them each a cup of poison milk before bed and then she hung herself the article included a photo of the farmhouse’s living room with a woman’s body hanging from a beam beneath her knocked over was the old

Wooden chair placed exactly in the center of the room it gets cold in here or is it just me Christ that was a Blackie’s ah Blackie you say Doom’s room starts off the entire thing with uh um Creepypasta or slash real story perhaps I don’t know if you found

It on Reddit or anything but we know the genre of it it’s pretty good that was pretty good yes it was good um thank you very much for that Doom’s room that was a nice thing Blackie was writing in the chat that he has a poem that he wrote himself

Edgar Allan no worries as I have written in the announcement um poetry and poems spooky ones are also included if you wish to bring out one of these if anybody wants to read it then I can speak Blackie can speak he speaks you said kill him speaking

Like I’m so sorry I thought that I couldn’t kill you because you were sitting oh my God silence silence not a breath rambling in a here did you hear Cry of death Ruled The Howling near This Old House stays alone middle of the whale full of Thailand holding tone rightful fairy tale

Ice cold handle opens door Eco Creeks you back someone’s Candle on the floor hallway in Pitch Black dancing Shadows all around why have come you here Thailand Thailand not a town even walls can appear what a fear some startling thing you expect to find glances from behind the screen

Tricks of your own mind wind is whistling outside struggling to escape and then figure on the Queue black and Hollow okay no one there just a tree slowly growing dry are you here did you see Shadows never die passage pool of gloomy lights poisoning your heart paintings of a dreadful tight

Wicked work of art murky puddles on the ground footprints in the dust clothes rustling somewhere around remains of the path Shadows shadows in the whole whisper in your ear mirror mirror on the wall facelift mile here portrait hanging from the roof follow you with tailors faster faster run away

Creeping on the stairs running quicker through a past is the other breath played out something knocks in window blast open it look out full of evil creatures lark Vapes of Silent Souls Garden Garden in the dark grown from human toe here here is your heart candle glow engine mind fearing apart

What a frightful dream That was amazing Blackie that was super cool alright very nice thank you Plucky thank you very much I’m Gonna Save my idea for Less because it’s gonna be a good one okay okay um who wants to go next um just Luna want to go next or Slappy or

Mochi so Carly Aleister Luna it’s between you three now he who first he who speaks last um is gonna be the one who’s um reading what you want to read yeah I can go okay Luna let’s go voice the voice is there Luna is actually the

Incantation the re and you know the the infestation the ghost that lives in the western restaurant leaving the chicken wings on your table and they have a story on how they died I guess or help someone no no Luna is um the Widow from stuff anyway oh no

Story okay women and gentle women how about we all shut up so Luna can read her story poem um ghostly tale whatever let’s go okay so this is the story this is called evening stroll Alberta Doris walks especially ones on snow evenings when the world sleeps and he feels such tranquility

Ever since his sweet Harriet passed away almost 12 years prior he’s been lonely readjusting his life to fit without her is still difficult his children and grandbabies visit a few times a year and those times are always soothing and so much fun when the silence agree for too much he

Entertains himself with weekly bingo with a few close friends and his nightly strolls his friends warned him against walking alone at night especially because of the supposed killer who abducts victims and tortures them for days before murdering him he had laughed it off assuring him he

Wasn’t afraid he had trained quite a bit in his youth Albert blows his hands to warm them then stuffs them in his coat Pockets he should have brought his longest gloves if Harriet were here she’d scold him first forgetfulness he Chuckles sadly at the thought Alfred huffed his breath to watch the

Puffs disappear while this loses it’s cold he quite enjoys it he gives him an interesting sense of comfort a distant figure approaches him at a breast pace and his heart rate kicks up he knows it’s irrational this neighborhood is safe despite the warnings besides all the victims have been found elsewhere

Come shallow and happy besides when the man passes him with only an odd Albert begins to whistle You Are My Sunshine in honor of his beloved Harriet was it him my darling he could very well be him but it could also not be oh no reason no reason in taking care no

Sorry guys I think okay resume resume bear um if I if I die Luna then I’m then I die blood flows over his fingers and down the man this is for my Harriet my sincerest apologies his tone is cordial his family always tells him that his Harriet had

Died from cancer but he knows better albertances he drags the body around the corner to the abandoned part of the neighborhood he stole the dying man between two decrepit houses and allows the falling snow to cover him he’ll return and move it later when it’s safe

He Stuffs the knife and his hands in his pocket he returns to blanket the patch of crimson with snow from a nearby snowdrift well done ow he heads home As You Are My Sunshine sounds in his head he really does love his evening strolls the end

That was very good so he was the killer all along also um I timed out in the second where you where he killed the person so I missed that part so I came back and heard that he was like uh that he is lit his throat and said this for my average

How many committed suicide what the [ __ ] it was a very dark one but it was a good one Luna always rides dark but good ones thank you mine is a little different just like you um indeed how about next we go with whatever Kali has planned Connie do you

Have anything in your repertoire which you wish to share with us well I tried to find a poem but I’m not sure if it’s scary enough well don’t worry if it sucks I’m just gonna cut it out and do as if you never were here in first place

I mean it’s just a basic poem now go ahead go ahead we are listening monster stalking through the night Halloween is the night of free here’s what this night brings along with many other things are you sure you are prepared tonight is not forget easily preachers from Hell roam on this night

For tonight it’s the night of trick or treat you say you should not have waited until the end of the day tonight you will lose your Tricks and Treats for the monsters need to eat you better not take this Knight lightly or else or else you will truly learn

What fright means in ancient times people feared this night the night they greeted with bright why they were so scared you will soon see on this all colors that’s it that was very good you cut out a bit but you could but we could understand what

You said um you could out there at the end of your sentences a bit but we could still be able to understand what it’s like that’s very good one it might be a relatively normal one but it’s still um a very nice Halloween poem I love it

Then now I would say next we have Alistair right L what do you have in store for us what kind of Twisted disgusting tale of murder and 1929 standards do you have for us watch us about Teletubbies are you going to tell us about the stock market crime okay so let’s go

Let’s go once from somewhere so I can remember it all right even no no problem we’re all reading it from somewhere also let me cuff real quick before you start okay you can miss that now there was a crooked man he walked a crooked mile he found the crooked

Crooked Sixpence a prawn a crooked style he bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked Mouse and they all live together in a little crooked house but the Crooked Man was sad and once he had a thought why should he be crooked when others they were not

So the Crooked Man sent out to make a crooked Earth crooked men and crooked woman buried in crooked dirt and the Crooked Man stepped forth and rang the Crooked Bell and thus his crooked Soul by rolled into a crooked hell murdered his crooked family and laughed a crooked laugh

Few people must all suffer my crooked Wrath the Crooked Man rhyme I don’t even know if that’s originally from that horror movie of that originated it’s existed for a while okay was a very nice poem thank you very much Alistair that was great I like that it’s a great metaphor for life too

I am now going to try my best to open up um something in the background without having to freaking destroy my Minecraft ah there we go okay I opened the chats that’s how I do it so guys this tale is something I’ve written and it’s called the night walker who are you

A simple question and yet it is harder to answer than most people think because with everything I see during the day I know that’s not really what people are because the fact is everyone has that one thing that they don’t want anyone to notice be that you’re still sad because you

Lost romance didn’t work out as you have hoped be it something very you know she’s like reading dreading the next test at school or something much bigger like the real being and so there are many people who do not want to show their true nature their true interests or Hobbies

Unfortunately nowadays there are still people who don’t understand when other people think differently than they do when they like something that you don’t like yourself it starts with very harmless things what you like anime that’s only for nerds what you have an Xbox PlayStation is way better

How can you get into this music class are you such a wimp rock is what real men like you hide this page from others so that none others can see during the day they conform to compulsion where they feel they must Embrace in order to fit

In in the light the author being is always like a taper that’s just blade daily but in the dark when no one is looking is where the true Essence emerges and so this creature came into being that grotesque creature that you yanked away so no one would ever see and at

Night you send it off to find Solutions the night walker the previous examples were still fairly harmless it gets worse when a person really has problems problems but also fear to tell someone about these problems the night walker lets these problems out at night he cries and he’s sad shaking

In disgust from the fake smile he had to wear all day depression anxiety bullying again these are only things the night walker reveals because during the day you want to look strong I wasn’t always out at night there was a time when you were accepted no matter

Who you were or what you liked I could proudly walk the streets while the sun fell on my head but people have become pity they made rules and if you don’t conform to that so-called Norm you get put down a fancy hair color an unusual hobby a tattoo that is enough

And so I was forced to hide everything I am everything I like so that one could look like this standard I was sent out into the night so I would never find my way home but I can now see more at night than most people do during the day

And so I only walked these streets in the light of the Moon I wonder not looking for Solutions as people hope but looking for you I want to find you because you just let me down yes you’ve probably guessed it already I am the night walker

And I am what you’ve tried to hide within you I have a request for you if you haven’t cast me out yet let me stay do not be afraid if everyone could see that I’m in everyone then no one would be afraid to show me so if you have problems don’t give them

To me and don’t let me wander the streets with them at night I won’t find a solution for you out there I’m just trying to find you you yourself must face your problems in daylight don’t be ashamed of what you like don’t be ashamed if you’re sad or need help

Or tear me away from yourself and let me wander the streets at night but if you do don’t be surprised if you go out at night and hear footsteps behind you you don’t have to be afraid of me you don’t pay any attention to me in daylight I ever know why should I

Suddenly be important when you meet me just keep hiding and hope I don’t find you hope I never catch up with you you who have cursed me to wander restlessly over the night oh it seems I found you after all the end I’m gonna take you to do I mean to write this um that took a few like two hours maybe I like soup I don’t like you [ __ ] no after all this just I like soup you know what I’m saying [ __ ] that was my story now it is time for the grand finale D

Um the cherry on top of the ice cream the ah though you need after a long day in work regulations I’m gonna be pulling this one out of my ass I’m excited though I’m very excited let’s go anyway here we go many days have passed many weeks have gone by

One man does not look to time he does not care for the simplest of things that go on in reality he lives his life the way that he desires he cares not for how old he gets he cares not for how limp he may be but there’s one thing he does love

It’s the job that he chose this man he works tireless hours for this job he speaks to many people within the crowd with his voice he he looks upon everyone mostly looking at everyone as if they are her lesser beings than him and he laughs he laughs like a maniac but

Within his careless life one day his death comes with a swift cut and as it does he falls upon the hell that it was given to him and though he feels as if that he is still a liar above everyone else all he can do is smile

Despite everything and his views on the world and everyone around him there is one thing he can never Escape is one true enemy the only person that has ever been able to make him stink someone who has stalked him over his years someone who makes him feel true anger

Someone who sees ideals Beyond his own someone that embodies the very thing he hates and one day when this man The Smiling man goes upon a hotel wishing to find a place to to live and to bring out his ideals upon everyone else he stays there and everything seems

Perfectly fine the caretakers seem quite nice but even within such an accepting and redeeming place his time would only come as the man that follows him shortly finds him and one day when The Smiling man finally decides you know I think I’m gonna go out and

Have a little bite to eat he goes to his favorite restaurant to have a lovely thing of bacon and upon that day as he sits down bringing fear to all the employees the one and only comes behind him and says what the [ __ ] are you doing you piece of [ __ ] radio oh

My God basically a story of Vox being annoyanced to [ __ ] owls I knew it like I didn’t do it it has something to do with Al I did I I didn’t expect you to kill him in the headphone I had the command literally waiting the entire time as you were doing your story

I was like it’s gonna be real good how excitedly I just I’m so happy that I had you in frame what is that oh I am stunks I would like to thank Blackie Doom’s room Vox Kali Alistair and Luna for being here thank you very much it was a very great story

Event um it’s gonna be mostly uncut I might cut like two three things out which we said like um when we were stupid um I’m feeling watched right now Doom’s room um they killed himself anyway um thank you very much for being here hope you all enjoyed and I will see you guys

Next time in like seven years when we’re gonna do the next podcast goodbye