Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

listening to them.
“I’ll have to call in to work,” she said distractedly, and went to the phone to
make the call. Charlie looked at John, who jumped to the rescue.
“We were going to go to the library,” he said. “We had some things we wanted
to investigate—research!” He blushed faintly when he said it, and Charlie knew why. It
was absurd to be talking like this, about cases, and disappearances, and murder. But
Marla was nodding.
“Yeah, we’ll all go,” she said, and Charlie’s heart sank. There was no reason
she couldn’t just tell them all that she wanted to go back to her old house, just her and
John. No one would be hurt. But that wasn’t the problem—even sharing the knowledge
felt too much like exposure. Carlton’s mother hung up the phone, done with her call.
“I hate this,” she announced to the room in general, her careful, controlled
voice almost shaking. “I hate this!” Charlie and the others jumped in unison, startled by
the sudden outburst. “And now, like always, I get to sit here by myself hoping and
praying that everyone will be ok.”
Charlie looked at Marla, who shrugged, helpless. Lamar cleared his throat
nervously.
“I think we’ll stick around for another day,” he said. There was a
pause, then Marla and Jessica jumped in to help.
“Yeah traffic is crazy out there,” Jessica said, high-pitched and forced.
“Yeah, and also because of the storm, and it’s not like we’re going to have fun
knowing he’s missing,” Marla said.
“I guess you’re stuck with us.” Jessica flashed an anxious smile at Carlton’s
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