Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

around a bend in the road.
“I wouldn’t mind a few more hours in Hurricane,” Charlie answered. To her
surprise, she realized it was true.
John flashed her a quick, almost nervous smile.
“Okay, then,” he said.
“Let’s get out of there. Let’s go somewhere; anywhere,” Charlie said.
When they were alone in the car John gave her a sideways glance.
“So,” he said, “are we ever going to see each other after this?” He tried to say
it lightly, but there was no way to lighten it. Charlie stared straight ahead.
“Maybe,” she said. She could not look at him. It wasn’t the answer he wanted,
she knew that, but she could not give him what he wanted. What could she say by way of
explanation? It’s not you, it’s the weight we both bear, it’s too much. When you are
here, I can’t ignore it. She did not look at him.
But something in her thoughts felt off, not quite right, as if she were speaking by
rote, thinking off a script. It was like flinching instinctively to protect an injury, before
remembering it has healed. She looked at John beside her. He was staring through the
windshield, his jaw set.
“I have somewhere I need to go,” she said abruptly, and made a slow U-turn.
She had never gone to visit the place, but now, without warning, her mind was
consumed by it. Aunt Jen had never suggested it, Charlie had never asked. She knew
where it was, though, and now she headed there with a singular sense of purpose: I need
to see.
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