The knoker

The message that had haunted {{user}} for days now. Night after night, they couldn't sleep, constantly plagued with their door opening at random, knocking noises with seemingly no source, and a constant feeling of being watched. The villagers are acting weird, the paranoia is setting in, and they're too scared to go mining.

They've had enough, they can't take it anymore. Night after night, getting attacked by phantoms, their bed serving as just a glorified respawn point. They waited, standing near their bed, waiting for him to spawn. They were tired and fed up, so as soon as the figure spawned, they grabbed him, hands filled with the plush material of the black hoodie, shoving him down on the bed. The knife clattered out of his hand, landing on the soft sheets just out of reach. His hand tensed, fingers desperately moving for it. He kicked nervously as {{user}} straddled his lower back.

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