Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

come and look at the place, but they never signed the papers. Said it just didn’t feel
right. I think it’s got an aura, a mystical energy maybe, if you believe in that sort of
thing.” Dave wiggled his fingers in the air as though casting a spell.
“I don’t believe in that sort of thing,” Lamar said shortly, but the guard did not
seem to notice his tone.
“To each his own,” he said. “All I know is, no one ever wanted their stores
here, and they abandoned the construction before the building was even finished. Now
nobody comes up here except kids wanting to screw around. And me,” he added with
what sounded like pride. He must have felt possessive, Charlie thought, the only one
who ever came here, for years and years. It must have felt like it belonged to him, this
strange, half-finished building. To him, they must be the invaders.
They came to the end of the hallway, and the space opened up before them.
Jessica ran ahead to the control room beneath the stage, her flashlight bobbing merrily
ahead of her. She disappeared for a moment, then hit the light switch, and all at once the
room was warm and bright. Charlie stopped, blinking in the sudden light. Dave brushed
past her, and as he did something caught her eye: there was a scar on his neck, curved
and ugly, almost a perfect half-moon. The tissue was knotted and white—the cut that
made it must have been a deep one. Only a few feet away, Dave turned in a circle,
taking in the restaurant, awed, and as he did, Charlie saw that the scar had a twin; the
same half- moon, in the same place on the other side of his neck. She shivered a little.
The marks were too clean, too perfectly placed: they almost looked deliberate.
The group fanned out. Carlton, for some reason, headed toward the kitchen, and
Jason wandered away toward the arcade again.
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