Minecraft story

The Portraits
There was a hunter in the woods, who, arm a long day hunting, was in the middle of
an immense forest.
it was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction
until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage.
After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing
how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay more for the night.
He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside.
The hunter Hopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner
in the morning.
As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits all
painted in incredible detail.
Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted
into looks of hatred.
staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable.
Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful races, he turned to race the
wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
race down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. looking
up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.