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This Minecraft Horror Mod Knows Where You Live…

This Minecraft Horror Mod Knows Where You Live…

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This video is a Minecraft Horror Mod or Horror Mods, from creators like Swayle, Calvin, Wisp, CaylusCraft, or Forge Labs where players survive 100 days in Hardcore Horror Minecraft… Lets see what happens…

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  4. @VanicaStar on

    Background translation
    We met on a server called "Dark Forest". His ID was ShadowEnderman_666-he made traps with redstone, collected mob heads, and laughed strangely, as if a microphone was picking up the sound of the void. "Do you live in Tokyo?" hé asked suddenly. I replied, "Yes. Where is that?" and simply answered, "Nearby." One day, he sent me a photo – a hand wearing a black glove with Shibuya Station in the background. It was real. I thought… Maybe he has a complex about his hands. Maybe
    he's lonely like me.
    We played together every night. He knew everything – how to avoid lava traps in the Nether, where rare biomes were located. And he told me "urban legends."
    "There's a tunnel in my town… the numbers 14, 15, 16 are written on the walls. They're the dates a girl disappeared." I sent him a squint-eyed emoji.
    "Oh, that's scary!" But inside I was scoffing – it was just a made-up story. A month later, he asked me to meet up. "Let's go to that tunnel you mentioned. Like in the game!" My mother asked me, "Where are we going at this late hour?" and I answered, "With friends!" I could see in my mother's eyes the joy that I had made a friend. But I couldn't tell her the truth. I was hesitant. But I saw
    his picture and heard his voice on Discord. One day, I received a voice message from him. "It's okay, Aiko. We'relfriends, right?" His voice was as warm as ginger tea.
    The tunnel was behind barbed wire on the outskirts of town. There were numbers on the graffiti-covered walls – 14, 15, 16… I waited for 10 minutes, 20 minutes.
    As dusk engulfed the sky, I called out, "Shadow?" and he appeared from around the corner. He was wearing a black mask like an-Enderman, with white pixelated eyes. "Hey, Aiko." The voice wasn't Discord's. It was a robotic creak coming from a
    cheap speaker. I stepped back, but he grabbed my wrist. His gloves smelled of gasoline and iron.
    I was dragged into the tunnel. Even if I screamed, the echoes coming from the underground ate me alive. "You liked my story, didn't you?" he whispered, holding a knife to my throat.
    "Today is the 17th day of the story." The last thing I saw was his hand snatching my smartphone – the Minecraft castle we had built was displayed on the screen.
    And then… I woke up here.

  6. @Deano_RTS on

    35:40 paragraph 1: We met on a server called "Dark Forest". His ID is shadowEnderman_666 – made a trap with redstone, collected the mob's head, and made a strangely creaking laugh as if a microphone was picking up the sound of the void.

    "Do you live in Tokyo?" He suddenly heard. I said, "Yeah. What about you? When I replied, he only replied, "Near." One day, he sent me a photo with a black glove in the background of Ichishibuya Station. It was real. I thought.. ・・Maybe he has a complex about his own hands.

    Maybe you're lonely like me.
    ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
    35:40 paragraph 2: We played together every night. He knew everything – how to avoid lava traps in the Nether, the location of the rare biome. And he told me about "urban legends".

    "There is a tunnel in my city.. The numbers 1415 and 16 are written on the wall. It seems to be the date when the girl disappeared." I sent an emoji with squinting eyes. " Kya, it's scary! But I was mocking in my heart – it's just a made-up story.

    A month later, he said let's meet. Let's go to the tunnel of that story. Like a game! My mother said, "Where are you going so late?" I asked, so "With a friend!" I answered.

    My mother's eyes were filled with the joy of being able to make friends. But I couldn't tell the truth. I got lost. But I also saw his picture, Discord

    I also heard the voice. One day, I received his voice message. It's okay, Aiko. We're friends, right? It was a warm voice like ginger tea.

    The tunnel was on the other side of the barbed wire on the outside of the city. On the wall full of graffiti, the numbers were indeed 1415, 16.10 minutes, 20 minutes.

    When the twilight swallows the color of the sky, "Shadow?" When I called, he appeared from the corner.

    The black mask-eye part like Enderman has a white pixel pattern. Hi, Aiko" That voice was not from Discord. A creaking voice like a robot leaking from a cheap speaker. He grabbed my wrist as I took a back. The gloves smelled like gasoline and iron.
    ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————–
    35:40 paragraph 3: I was dragged into the tunnel. You liked my story, didn't you?

    "Today is the story of the 17th day" The last thing I saw was the hand he stole my smartphone – the screen showed the castle of the microphone we built.

    And. I woke up here.
    ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————–
    2:32 CoolPlayer303: I want a fluffy bed

    8:37 I'm sick of everything, I hate you
    Let me put it out,
    Find you
    I hate this world, let me go out, outside
    I'll go out

    34:36 Thank you for spending this moment with me.

  7. @EdwinAlfredsson-e5d on

    Translation of the backround We met a server called "Forest of Darkness." His ID was ShadowEnderman_666.
    He made redstone traps and collected mob heads—like a boy obsessed with mysteries, he spoke in a strange, dreamy voice.
    When I asked where he lived, he replied, "Tokyo, Shibuya." One day, he sent me a photo.
    It showed a black, shadowy handprint in front of Shibuya Station. I was scared… or maybe it was my own insecurity.
    Maybe I wanted to be like him.

    We played together every night. He knew everything—respawn traps in caves, rare biomes. And he told me an "urban legend."
    "There’s a tunnel in my city… there are numbers on the wall—14, 15, 16—and they move."
    When a girl saw them, I sent her a detailed drawing with tiny letters. "Eek…
    That’s scary," she said, but smiled at the end. It was just a story we made up.

    A month later, he said he wanted to meet me. I asked if he meant the tunnel from the story.
    He replied like a mother would: "I’m your friend."
    My mother said I’d changed since making friends with him. But I never showed her the picture.
    I heard his voice on Discord. One day, a voice message arrived: "It’s okay, Aiko. We’re friends, right?" His voice was warm like a cup of tea.

    The tunnel was past the train tracks on the edge of town. There were moving numbers on the wall—14, 15, 16… after 10 seconds, I waited.
    A yellow mist filled the air, and a whisper said "Shadow"—then he appeared from the corner.

    He wore a black mask like an Enderman. His eyes glowed red like embers.
    "Aiko, do you want to go back?" His voice came from Discord, but sounded like a robot through a cheap speaker.
    He reached out and took my hand. His hand smelled like gasoline and metal.

    I was pulled into the tunnel. I screamed, but the echo drowned me out.
    "Did you like my story?" he whispered, holding a knife to my throat.
    "The last story—day 17"—he grabbed my phone and recorded the screen—our Minecraft world was shown, and the castle I built with microblocks.

    And… that’s when I woke up.

  8. @Sackysackypop on

    The translation for that large paragraph thing at the end is

    We met on a server called "Dark Forest". His ID was ShadowEnderman 666- He made traps with redstone, collected mob heads, and laughed strangely, as if a microphone was picking up the sound of the void. "Do you live in Tokyo?" he asked suddenly. I replied, "Yes. Where is that?" and simply answered, "Nearby." One day, he sent me a photo of a hand wearing a black glove with Shibuya Station in the background. It was real. I thought… Maybe he has a complex about his hands. Maybe he's lonely like me.

    We played together every night. He knew everything – how to avoid lava traps in the Nether, where rare biomes were located. And he told me "urban legends." "There's a tunnel in my town… the numbers 14, 15, 16 are written on the walls. They're the dates a girl disappeared." I sent him a squint-eyed emoji. "Oh, that's scary." But inside I was scoffing – it was just a made-up story.

    A month later, he asked me to meet up. "Let's go to that tunnel you mentioned. Like in the game!" My mother asked me, "Where are we going at this late hour?" and I answered, "With friends!" I could see in my mother's eyes the joy that I had made a friend. But I couldn't tell her the truth. I was hesitant. But I saw his picture and heard his voice on Discord. One day, I received a voice message from him. "It's okay, Aiko. We're friends, right?" His voice was as warm as ginger tea.

    The tunnel was behind barbed wire on the outskirts of town. There were numbers on the graffiti-covered walls – 14, 15, 16, 10 minutes, 20 minutes. As dusk engulfed the sky, I called out, "Shadow?" and he appeared from around the corner.

    He was wearing a black mask like an Enderman, with white pixelated eyes. "Hey, Aiko." The voice wasn't Discord's. It was a robotic creak coming from a cheap speaker. I stepped back, but he grabbed my wrist. His gloves smelled of gasoline and iron.

    I was dragged into the tunnel. Even if I screamed, the echoes coming from underground ate me alive. "You liked my story, didn't you?" he said, holding a knife to my throat. "Today is the 17th day of the story." The last thing I saw was his hand snatching my smartphone, and the Minecraft castle we built was displayed on the screen.

    And then…I woke up here

  9. @herb7160 on

    Vivilly I wanted to enjoy this video a lot more but I feel like you did a lot of stalling and “I don’t know”-ing :/ Its understandable and it’s funny to a point but this wasn’t a very great way to show off this mod

  17. @EntityLover583 on

    I put the Japanese text to english and it reads, We met on a server called "Ama no Mori". ShadowEnderman 666 – We made traps with redstone, collected mob figures, and laughed as if the microphone was picking up the sound of people laughing. "Are you from Tokyo?" he suddenly asked. I replied, "Yeah, where are you?" He turned up and said, "Nearby." One day, he sent me a photo. His hands were wearing black gloves, and they were real. I thought, maybe my hands are a complex. Maybe they're like me.

    We played together, and he knew everything about the Nether, including the laws of traps, the locations of rare biomes, and the "tax." "There's a tunnel in my house. There's the words 14, 15, written on the wall. Apparently that girl disappeared. It's scary, but I was laughing inside. It's just a fake. He helped me out. "Char

    The tunnel was on the other side of the outskirts. There were definitely words on the wall full of clocks, 14, 15, 16, 10 minutes, 20 minutes. swallowed the color of the sky, and when I called out "Shadow?", both of us were cut off.

    The black mask like an enderman was white pixels, not "or" itself, and it was coming from a cheap speaker. He had a pot-like temperament, and when I stepped back, my hair, solder, and the smell of gasoline and fish smelled.

    A month later, he asked me to go. "Let's go to that tunnel, like in a game." He asked, "Where are we going at this late hour?" I replied, "As a friend." In his eyes, the image I had made of the table was blurred, but there was no truth. I was lost. But there was also a photo of Dacord. One day, I received a voice message. "It's okay, Aiko. Are we tired?" It was a warm voice.

    I was dragged into the tunnel, and even if I screamed, there was no echo coming from the land price. What I saw in "today" was him taking my smartphone. "My, what if you like me?" I said, holding a knife to my ex as I walked home. In the background, I saw the Minecraft world we had built.

    And then I woke up here.

    Hope this helps you.😁

  27. @Trololoc on

    Hey Vivilly, just wanted to let you know blurring is non-destructive and someone with too much time on their hands can deblur it if they wanted to. It's better to just cover things you don't want showed with a black box even if it's more intrusive in the vodeo

  30. @Snorlax145 on

    Can you make two other videos: one where you complete the puzzle and one where you see what happens if you just leave him alone for as long trying not to beat him

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