§4 HELP US
§4 I CAN'T BREATHE
§4 THERE ALL DEAD
§4 THE SILENCE IS LOUDER THAN THE SCREAMS
§4 YOU ARE NOT ALONE YOU NEVER WERE
§4 THEY KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP
§4 DON'T LOOK AT THE SHADOWS
§4 THE LIGHT JUST DELAYS THE INEVITABLE
§4 DID YOU REMEMBER TO CLOSE YOUR EYES
§4 THE WALLS HAVE STARTED TO BLEED
§4 IT'S HUNGRY AND GETTING CLOSER
§4 ONLY THE DEAD ARE TRULY SAFE
§4 THE WHISPERS ARE FOR YOU
§4 SOMETHING FOLLOWED YOU HOME
§4 THIS IS NOT THE REAL WORLD
§4 THE LAST ONE LOOKED JUST LIKE YOU
§4 YOUR NIGHTMARES ARE MIGRATING
§4 THE DARKNESS IS A LIVING THING
§4 THE VOID STARES BACK WITH TEETH
§4 THERE IS NO ESCAPE ONLY A PAUSE
§4 YOU CAN'T UNSEE WHAT YOU'VE SEEN
§4 IT SCRATCHES FROM THE INSIDE OUT
§4 THE SUN HAS FORGOTTEN THIS PLACE
§4 EVERY TICK BRINGS IT NEARER
§4 THE FLOORBOARDS ARE NOT STABLE
§4 THEY WORE YOUR SKIN LAST NIGHT
§4 DON'T TRUST THE FRIENDLY FACES
§4 YOU'VE BEEN DREAMING FOR YEARS
§4 THE MIRROR IS ALWAYS WRONG NOW
§4 WHERE DID THE TIME GO
§4 YOUR TORCH JUST DIED
§4 THE AIR IS THICK WITH REGRET
§4 LISTEN TO THE FLIES THEY TALK
§4 THE WHISPERS ARE COMING FROM INSIDE THE CHEST
§4 THE CAVE IS BREATHING
§4 YOUR INVENTORY IS NEVER EMPTY
§4 IT'S NOT WATER IT'S THICKER NOW
§4 DON'T TURN AROUND THE EYES ARE OPEN
§4 THE BED IS NOT SAFE
§4 YOU'VE MET A TERRIBLE FATE HAVEN'T YOU
§4 THE TREES HAVE GROWN NEW BRANCHES
§4 EVERY BLOCK IS A CAGE
§4 THE MOON IS TOO RED TONIGHT
§4 YOU FORGOT HOW TO SCREAM
§4 YOU ARE WALKING ON BONES
§4 THE MAP IS A LIE
§4 THE AIR SMELLS LIKE RUST AND PRAYERS
§4 THEY LEFT A GIFT FOR YOU
§4 THE SOUNDS ARE ONLY IN YOUR HEAD RIGHT
§4 NOTHING IS RENDERED BEYOND THE FOG
§4 THE LAST SAVE WAS A MISTAKE
§4 THE STARRY SKY IS MOCKING YOU
§4 IT KNOWS YOUR FAVORITE RESOURCE PACK
§4 THE COBBLESTONE IS WARM
§4 NOBODY IS WHO THEY SEEM
§4 HAVE YOU CHECKED THE ATTIC
§4 IT STARTED WITH A MINOR GLITCH
§4 THE GRAVEL IS CRYING
§4 YOUR SHADOW MOVES ON ITS OWN
§4 THE SUNSET IS PERMANENT
§4 THE SHEEP ARE WATCHING
§4 DON'T BREAK THAT BLOCK YOU NEED IT
§4 THE GROUND IS GETTING SOFT
§4 YOUR SKIN IS TIGHT
§4 THE FURNACE IS SMILING
§4 EVERY TORCH WASTES TIME
§4 THE DIRT HAS HANDS
§4 THE CHUNKS ARE MISALIGNED
§4 YOU CAN HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT IN STEREO
§4 THE WATER IS TOO STILL
§4 THIS IS WHERE THEY KEPT HIM
§4 THE RECIPE IS FOR YOU
§4 YOUR AXE IS BLUNT FOR A REASON
§4 TIME DOESN'T FLOW HERE IT STAGNATES
§4 THE COAL IS JUDGING YOU
§4 THE BEDROCK HAS CRACKS
§4 A FRIENDLY FACE IS THE WORST TRAP
§4 YOU CAN'T FAST TRAVEL OUT OF THIS
§4 THE SOUND OF DIGGING NEVER STOPS
§4 YOU ARE OUT OF DIAMONDS AND LUCK
§4 THE WORLD BORDER IS GETTING CLOSER
§4 THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE CROP FIELDS
§4 IT NEEDS A NEW HOST
§4 THE RAIN IS BLOOD THINLY DISGUISED
§4 THE GOLD IS CURSED
§4 HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR REFLECTION LATELY
§4 THE MAPLE SYRUP IS LIES
§4 IT'S NOT DARK ENOUGH YET
§4 THE COMPASS SPINS WILDLY FOR A REASON
§4 YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO HEARS IT
§4 THE COWS HAVE WITNESSED EVERYTHING
§4 YOUR SANITY IS LOW
§4 THE FLOWERS ARE WILTING ALPHABETICALLY
§4 THE VOICES ARE SINGING YOUR NAME
§4 YOU ARE TRAPPED IN A LOOP
§4 LOOK BEHIND YOU QUICKLY
§4 THE ENDERMAN IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES
§4 THE GRASS IS DYING FROM BELOW
§4 THE LAST MESSAGE WAS A WARNING
§4 THIS IS YOUR FINAL RESPAWN
§4 YOU FEEL A SLIGHT CHILL
§4 THE REDSTONE IS PULSING
§4 IT WAITS IN THE TALL GRASS
§4 YOUR FOOD BAR IS NOT A METER
§4 THE SKYBOX IS TEARING
§4 SOMETHING IS WEARING YOUR ARMOR
§4 THE CREEPER WAS A DIVERSION
§4 YOU CAN'T PAUSE THE FEAR
§4 THE WOOD IS INFESTED
§4 YOUR DOG IS BARKING AT EMPTY AIR
§4 THE MINECART TRACKS LEAD TO NOWHERE
§4 IT WAS A CHILD'S LAUGH
§4 YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE PICKED UP THAT ITEM
§4 THE PORTAL IS A ONE-WAY TRIP
§4 YOUR FINGERS ARE GETTING NUMB
§4 THE FIRE WON'T KEEP THEM AWAY
§4 THE AIR IS GETTING COLDER FASTER
§4 NO ONE KNOWS YOU ARE DOWN HERE
§4 THE GRAVE IS ALREADY DUG
§4 THE SPIDERS ARE KNITTING A NET FOR YOU
§4 EVERY DOOR IS LOCKED NOW
§4 THE CLOUDS ARE TOO LOW
§4 YOU HAVE BEEN MARKED
§4 THE INK IS RUNNING ON THE BOOKS
§4 THEY ARE WAITING FOR NIGHTFALL
§4 THE CACTUS IS WATCHING YOUR BACK
§4 THE DISTANCE IS SHRINKING
§4 IT LEFT FOOTPRINTS IN THE DUST
§4 YOUR PICKAXE IS VIBRATING
§4 THE SUNLIGHT HURTS ITS EYES
§4 YOU ARE FORGOTTEN BY THE WORLD
§4 THE WOOL IS ROTTING
§4 THE BLAZE RODS ARE COLD
§4 IT HAS YOUR FACE