Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

After a moment, he gestured to the others, and began to walk back the way they
came.
Reluctantly, Charlie turned back, following the group. They kept going until
they could see their cars again up ahead in the darkness.
“Sorry guys; I hoped there would at least be something familiar,” Carlton said
exhaustedly, looking back to make sure they hadn’t missed anything.
“Yeah.” Charlie said. She had known it would be, but seeing that Freddy’s had
been razed to the ground was still a shock. It was so paramount, sometimes, in her mind,
that she wanted to get rid of it, wanted to scrub the memories, good and bad, from her
head, as if they had never been. Now someone had scrubbed it from the landscape, and
it felt like a violation. It should have been up to her. Right, she thought, because you
had the money to buy it and preserve it, like Aunt Jen did with the house.
“Charlie?” John was saying her name, and it sounded like he was repeating it.
“Sorry,” she said. “What were you saying?”
“Do you want to go inside?” Jessica said.
Charlie was surprised they were only now considering this, but then again none
of them was usually prone to criminal activity. The thought was a release and she took a
deep breath, speaking on exhale. “Why not.” She said, almost laughing. She hefted the
flashlight. Her arms were getting tired. “Anyone else want a turn?” She waved it back
and forth like a pendulum.
Carlton took it and took a moment to appreciate its weight.
“Why is this so heavy?” He said, and passing it off to John. “Here you go.”
“It’s a police flashlight,” Charlie said absently. “You can hit people with it.”
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