by Billy Miner
She walked around with that awful sense of awkwardness and wondered if there was something wrong with her, but when someone else talked about the soil’s history, she let go of all doubts in her mind.
“Hey, have you heard?” her friend, Sasha, asked her.
“Heard what?” Clarissa asked.
“That there are ghosts in the school. You can hear them at night, as if they are haunting you if you sneak into the building without asking.”
“That’s ridiculous. How can there be ghosts?” Clarissa said.
“I heard it’s because before this school was built, there used to be a graveyard right next to it.”
“I heard it too,” Myranda added, another of Clarissa’s friends. “They spotted a kid the other day who said he heard voices. It didn’t make any sense, but when I found a bone on the other side of the playground, I knew it was true.”
“You found a bone?” Sasha asked.
“Of course,” Myranda bragged.
“Show us.”
“Well, uhm… I handed it over to the teacher. She said it looked more like a branch.”
“So did you get to keep it then?” Clarissa asked.
“No,” Myranda said. “The teacher said she wanted to hold onto it.”
“See? Something’s up,” Sasha said. “Let’s sneak into the school tonight and get spooked out. I am totally up for it. How about you, Clarissa? Are you in?”
“Yes, of course. Sounds exciting,” Clarissa said.
“What are you girls up to?” they suddenly heard a voice say. It was Tom, a boy at school who had a reputation for bullying and teasing.
“Oh, nothing,” Clarissa said immediately. “We are just going to see the ghosts at the school when it’s dark, but you’re probably too scared to come along.”
“Ha! That would just be a waste of time,” Tom said. “I don’t believe in ghosts, so if you’re trying to scare me, then better luck next time.”
“Fine,” Sasha said. “We’ll go by ourselves, and then we can tell you all about it, loser.”
Tom walked away. Clarissa and Sasha stuck out their tongues, but Myranda wasn’t too sure if it had been a good idea to tell Tom.
That evening, the trio came together in front of the school building. They all told their parents they were sleeping over at somebody else’s place and it seemed to work, because they had fallen for it.
There they were, staring at the front door, three thrilled but scared little girls. It was dark outside. There wasn’t even much moonlight, just barely enough to see a hand in front of their eyes.
“This is so cool,” Sasha said.
“Let’s just go through the window,” Myranda suggested. “You know one of them always gets left unlocked.”
“Good idea,” Clarissa agreed.
So they tried several windows, and after the 8th window, they were able to slide one open. Secretly and quietly, they put their feet inside the classroom and closed the window.
“Sshh…” Myranda said.
“What? Why do we have to be quiet?” Sasha asked. “These are ghosts. If they are real, then they already know that we’re here anyway. So let’s make some noise! Awoooo!”
“Yes, but what if somebody catches us?” Myranda whispers.
“We don’t want to wake any of the villagers up,” Clarissa added.
“Who cares?” Sasha said. “The village is 10 minutes walking from here. There is nobody who could hear us.”
But then they were all startled by a sound they didn’t expect.
“Awooo!” they heard.
They all held onto each other.
“Wha-what was that?” Sasha asked.
“I don’t know,” Myranda said.
“Let’s get out of here. I believe there are ghosts here. I don’t need to see them,” Clarissa said.
“Okay, okay. We’re leaving,” Sasha said. “I’ve witnessed enough. They are real. They are here.”
Suddenly, they saw a white cloth coming at them. The three girls screamed in fear. If they had been a little less naïve, they would have seen it was just Tom dressed up as a ghost, trying to scare them. But they were so in the moment that they took it seriously and opened the window as fast as they could.
“Awooo!” Tom shouted.
“Let me out! Let me out!” Sasha said, pushing Myranda’s butt through the window after Clarissa had already stepped out.
Tom came closer.
“Aaaaah!” Sasha screamed, as she climbed out and ran after the others. Tom laughed. He thought it was hilarious.
The next day at school, the girls were teased by the other kids in their class. They all heard from Tom how the girls had been running away and how scared they were when Tom made ghost souns.
“Hey, Sasha,” some said, “I heard you were afraid of a little boy dressed as a ghost.”
“Oh, shut up,” Sasha would answer.
Myranda and Clarissa were also teased, but they didn’t have the temper that Sasha did, so they didn’t react to it as much. And so, because of this little prank, nobody would ever mention graves or ghosts near the school again. No one wanted to be teased like they had been.
But Clarissa still believed there was something to the story that wasn’t absolutely untrue. She felt it. The spirits of the dead were in the air…
Secret 6: Explosions
Back to the current time, the time when Clarissa was 18 and had been sneaking in and out of the forest to get ingredients for her potions. Back to the time when the lonely Morolius followed her and was confronted with Robbie the enderman, who had been searching for the silver swords.
Perhaps throughout the story, you might have wondered what all these things have to do with each other. Perhaps you asked yourself, “Where is this story going? Why am I reading about a young girl who was brewing potions, a knight who had a crush on her, and enderman who looks for certain swords, and a school with a secret graveyard?”
Well, in this chapter you are about to find out how all these elements and individuals come together, like jigsaw puzzle’s final pieces. Ready? Here it goes.
The elementary school was open. It was Monday, and the children were happily playing, or listening to a boring teacher who was letting them read along on the blackboard. It appeared to be a regular day at first. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. Recess was over, and every child was disappointed to be back inside.
But being inside was the only safe thing, something they came to realize within minutes, when they heard one of the loudest sounds they had ever heard.
Boooom!
“What was that?” one of the teachers asked.
The children in the classroom were scared. The teacher told them to hide under the tables while she would inquire what was going on. She ran to the hallway and saw the other teachers there.
“What is happening?” she asked another teacher.
“I don’t know. An explosion, that’s what it sounds like.”
But before they could say another word, another explosion echoed through the building.
Boooom!
“We are being attacked!” the principle yelled as he ran into the hallway with the other teachers. “Gather all children in the central hall. Keep everything and everyone away from the windows and the outside walls. Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”
The teachers left to their own classrooms and urged all the children to follow them. About 100 children were now gathered together in the main hall, and to calm them down, some of the teachers started practicing children’s songs with them.
While they were singing, the occasional explosive sound repeated, but each time from a different direction. The school principle had left. He was checking the classrooms for kids that may have been left behind.
“Get some help,” he ordered one of the teachers. “Tell them we need weapons and men to defend the school. We are all in very real danger.”
The teacher ran off to Minerstown to warn the parents. It wasn’t long before the entire vi
llage heard of the explosions, and by now, hundreds of villagers were heading towards the school, including Clarissa with her parents, and Morolius, the lonely knight. Even Robbie the enderman had been alarmed and was checking out what all the commotion was all about.
They arrived at the school and could not believe their eyes. In front of them, a large horde of creepers was lined up. Numerous green monsters, waiting for their turn to storm at the school and use themselves as self-destructive bombs, were standing and screeching there.
The villagers were perplexed. None of them knew what to do now. Morolius suggested to just use their pitchforks and run at them.
“But what if we get killed in the explosions?” one of the villagers protested.
“We have to do something,” another villager said. “Our children are being attacked.”
Secret 7: Raising the Dead
“I have an idea,” Clarissa said. The brave brunette in her white dress ran forward, towards a patch of land next to the school. As she went there, a creeper noticed her and started running towards her. Clarissa didn’t see it, so she knelt on the ground and began doing who-knows-what. Somebody had to interfere.
“No!” Morolius yelled in despair.
He ran as fast as he could and stormed at the creeper that was about to take his beloved’s life. With sword in hand, he stabbed the creature and before it exploded, he kicked it away. The creeper was only a second away from exploding, so Morolius put his arms around Clarissa to protect her.
Booooom!
Clarissa looked up. Morolius became extremely shy again.
“Hey handsome, you just saved my life,” Clarissa said with a smile.
Morolius couldn’t utter a word. This was the first time this beautiful girl spoke to him. He was speechless.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Mo-Morolius,” the soldier stuttered.
“Thank you, Morolius. My name is Clarissa,” she said.
“Oh, I know your name already,” Morolius admitted.
“How did you…? Never mind. We’ll have to continue this conversation later,” she said. “Now, please back off a bit as I try to save the school.”
The villagers all looked in awe when they saw this young woman do her thing. She raised her arms and threw some kind of powder on the ground around her, speaking formulas and strange words.
“Strabashkafulika!” she finally said.
Nobody knew what it meant, but after she said it, they were all witnesses of the same miracle.
Out of the ground, decaying arms and rotting heads popped up.
“She’s a necromancer,” her dad said with a surprised look on his face. “My daughter is a necromancer.”
After the odd words that came out of her mouth, Clarissa stood up, still raising her arms, and hundreds of foul-smelling zombies came out of their long-forgotten graves. But the most mysterious feature of these zombies appeared only a few seconds after they were raised from the dead: They were all holding shiny swords in their hands.
“The silver swords,” Robbie whispered.
“Protectors of Minerstown,” Clarissa said, “I command you to kill these creepers once and for all.”
The zombies all listened to her. They were the ancestors who had defended the village once before, and now they were obeying her orders.
Morolius’ mouth fell open. This girl was even more incredible than he suspected. She had power over zombies! But then he realized this was the perfect chance to show his bravery. He turned around and encouraged the villagers to participate.
“Don’t just stand there! Let’s go help them!” he shouted.
Led by the zombie army and the brave former soldier, the male villagers rushed forward and joined the ranks, fighting back to drive the creepers away, while the women ran towards the school to make sure their children were safe.
Hacking and slashing with their rakes, their pitchforks, and bashing creepers’ heads with their shovels, most of them were still bedazzled when they watched the sharp silver blades do their work. Hundreds of zombies were clashing with the many creepers that had threatened their great-great-great grandchildren.
The battle only took a half hour, in which hundreds of creepers were prevented from exploding and stabbed to death by this army combination of the living and the undead.
When everything seemed safe, Robbie went to Clarissa and talked to her.
“Hey, an enderman. What are you doing here?” Clarissa asked.
“Back off,” Morolius said. “This creature was trying to kill you in the woods.”
“You saw me sneaking into the woods?” Clarissa asked.
“Uhm… yes. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“But what were you doing there?” Clarissa asked the enderman.
“I have been looking for those silver swords for a long time,” Robbie said. “Our colony is being attacked by creepers, so we need them. I just didn’t know they were buried with the dead.”
Clarissa looked at Robbie and then looked at the zombies, who were still waiting for her orders. “Take them,” she said. “How many do you need?”
“Only a few, but just enough for the guards to fend off the creepers. They come one by one, so I don’t need all of them.”
Clarissa walked towards a couple of zombies and took their silver swords. She handed them to Robbie, who thanked her elaborately. After that, he teleported away with his newly acquired possessions, happy as a clam.
The mothers and children were joined with the fathers, and the entire village was discussing what to do next, how terrified they were, where all the zombies came from, etc.
When Clarissa was done, the zombies returned to the ground, taking their spots back. Clarissa’s dad came to her and embraced her, telling her that he was proud of her and thanking her for protecting the children.
“So you’re not angry at me for practicing magic?” she asked.
Her mother smiled and shook her head. Her father gave her a hug again and said, “As long as you practice the right kind of magic, you can do whatever you want. And if I am not mistaken, there is an anxious young man there, who I think just saved your life and is now waiting for you to give him some attention.”
He was pointing at Morolius. Clarissa walked towards him and they started talking. Everyone was relieved. The village was safe again.
THE END
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Minecraft Mystery
A Minecraft Thriller Mystery Book
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
About Me
The Murder
Suspect 1: Argus
Suspect 2: Quinto
Suspect 3: Famelia
Suspect 4: Sorius
Suspect 5: Cheliqua
Suspect 6: Valerie
Suspect 7: Borus
Solving the Case
Introduction
This is a Minecraft murder mystery book. If you like solving the puzzle, like detective Stalfoid does, then you should definitely read this fun adventure. In his journal, he describes all the people he suspects of the murder. He is not quick to jump to conclusions, but he certainly wants to get to the bottom of this. A thrilling adventure with lots of questions unanswered until the very end.
About Me
My name is detective Stalfoid. I am the main detective in this town. You see, everybody here knows me, and I basically know everyone else, but there are many things happening behind the screens, and I am the one to expose them.
I have always loved puzzles. A puzzle means there is a question. The answer can be discovered by lining up clues and drawing the correct conclusion. Unsolved puzzles are mysteries. They are those things nobody understands just because they lack the necessary knowledge.