For those of you who have been wondering, I myself have read the entire document my friend Jason has left me. I'm currently investigating the issue of this 'glitch' myself, and may occasionally post a log of what I have seen next to his. For the safety of all readers, I will not reveal to anyone how I got my Minecraft to revert to what he calls the 'Archive'. You'll find out soon why he named it that.

I tried to get in contact with Alex today, but his number was out of service. I tried asking around with some of my friends if they had seen him, and they all said no. I brushed it off; Alex had a habit of disappearing for a few days every so often, a habit that our high school teachers disapproved of. He had already been held back a few grades for his erratic attendance.

I decided I might as well try running my Minecraft again. It didn't change a bit; the blank boxes and the scrambled background were still present. I navigated my way to world selection.

Jack's Island Resort was still there, sitting innocently on the list of current worlds, almost as if tempting me to click on it. I resisted the urge, and selected "Pangea" from the list. Perhaps this time, I'd be able to get a better view of that pale white mob that had so brutally murdered me when I tried to enter my own house.

The textures seemed to have fixed themselves. The world no longer felt sickly, and the sun was in the sky again. The lack of mobs was still evident, but it didn't matter right now. The application had recognized the error and began to load everything back in again. I hopped over to the mountain range, my movement no longer impaired by the glitches.

The other end of the mountain was blissfully free of purple. I felt an odd combination of joy, reminiscence and premonition. Whatever mob that had killed me inside of my house was probably still there.

I hesitated to set the difficulty mode to peaceful, lest I erase all traces of this strange mob from my game. If I armed myself, I could maybe get a better look at it.

I punched down a few nearby trees and made myself a wooden sword. I didn't want to waste any time down underground for more armor; every second I delayed was another second that mob could despawn. Equipped with my new oak blade, I began to approach my old home once again, more wary this time.

My home was built for defense. High walls, complete with battlements surrounded the perimeter. Inside was a large complex of halls and echoey rooms, designed to confuse any human enemies who might be seeking to destroy me or my belongings. I built every fortress in the same general layout, wherever I played. Only I knew its blueprint, it's secret tunnels and shortcuts.

The place looked fairly rectangular and blocky, but was actually designed like a double spiral with rooms scattered around it. The second floor was built purely for the purpose of quick navigation; it connected several hidden passages. There were several dead-ends designed to look similar, to try and deceive an intruder that he was moving in circles. All the while, I could observe the situation from either my second or third floor, knowing exactly where the invaders were and how to dispatch of them, one by one.

I snuck in as stealthily as possible. I crouched at first, but then realized the frivolousness of my decision; the mob would be able to spot me no matter how I stood, as long as I was within its range.

A cold feeling of dread crept up my spine as I scourged through the once-familiar hallways. My footsteps on the oak wood floor seemed excessively loud, reverberating across the otherwise silent world. It felt like my first night all over again; jumping at small movements, always on my highest level of alert. I cautiously made my way up the stairs, pausing every so often to glance around. The confusing layout of my fortress seemed to work against me this time; I had revised the blueprint several times, and couldn't recall exactly what my old foundations looked like.

I finally found it in the master bedroom, standing on my bed. Its head was bent down and shaking, almost as if it were weeping silently. On closer inspection, the white was not white at all. It was tinted blue on the torso, and pale peach on the arms. A shower of colorless hair poured down its back, reaching down to its waist. I began to feel uncomfortable as its weeping grew more disturbed.

I brushed off my unease and began to approach it. Was this some kind of hidden boss the developers had put in, and then removed before release due to whatever reason? What would it drop? Armor? Weapons? I took a few deep breaths, calming myself before I prepared to leap towards my target. My muscles tensed in anticipation.

The figure whipped around, its head staring right at me. I completely froze, shocked at its sudden gesture. What I remembered most vividly about it were its eyes; they were the only bit of true color on it. Blue, like shards of a living sapphire, carved in its most perfect form. Just like her eyes. Angela's.

We stared at each other for a complete second, before I snapped back into reality. I rushed forward, brandishing my sword to meet my former slayer.

The mob seemed to realize my intention, and retaliated with speed beyond imagining. Its movement was nimble as it sprinted across the room towards me, its clear blue eyes turning into a shade of angry red. An ear-splitting sound emitted from my speakers, and I cried out.

One slash, three hearts gone. I blindly swung my sword, but I cut nothing but air. The creature dodged my slashes in fluid motions, weaving under my blade, anticipating my every movement. It was almost as if it was a dance that had been staged.

The creature attacked me again; it drove forward arms first, passing right through me as if I didn't exist. I whipped around and slashed again. My tactical experience with Minecraft combat mechanics kicked in, and I backed away five blocks, keeping my blade aimed at my target. It retreated as well, eyes still piercing into the back of my head. We circled each other, like two wolves locked in a fierce battle.

Its movements were relaxed, almost lazy, as if it was playing me. It knew it had the edge; it was faster, hit harder, and I was already wounded. Nonetheless, I refused to fall again without taking down a bit of my assailant with me.

The creature, whatever it was, lunged again. I dashed to its left, bringing my sword in a wide arc between us. The creature darted around me, and I spun around again, but I was too slow. It lunged again, passing through me and taking the last of my life with it. I fell to the ground, lifeless, the respawn screen showing up again.

I don't know if it was just my imaginative mind, but I thought I heard a faint laughter as I moved my mouse to click respawn.

I winded up again at the respawn point. I somehow knew that if I went back, I would just end up getting slaughtered again and again. I let out a sigh of resignation, and closed my computer.

Tomorrow, I'm going to upload this and make this a private server if I can. I'll have a few of my friends join me, and see if we can work together to take down the thing back in my house.