Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

with cleaning supplies and large buckets of nails and tools, but it slid farther down the
hall almost easily, without incident. Jessica stepped back, breathing hard.
“John, give me the big light again.” He handed it over and she turned it back
on, aiming where the shelf had stood. “This is it,” she said.
It was metal and rusting, and spattered with paint, a stark contrast with the
walls around it. There was only a hole where the handle had been; someone must have
removed it so the shelf could lie flush against the door.
Silently, Charlie handed the flashlight back to John, and he held it above her
head so she could see. She slipped around the others and tried to squeeze her fingers
into the hole where the doorknob once was, trying to pull it open to no avail.
“It’s not going to open.” she said. John was behind her, peering over her
shoulder.
“Just a second.” He squeezed himself into the space beside her and knelt
carefully. “I don’t think it’s locked or anything,” he said, “I think it’s just rusty. Look at
it.”
The door extended all the way to the floor, its bottom ragged and unfinished.
The hinges were on the other side, and the edges were caked in rust. It looked as though
it had not been opened in years. John and Charlie pulled on it together, and it moved a
fraction of an inch.
“Yay!” Jessica exclaimed, almost shouting, then covered her mouth. “Sorry,”
she said in a whisper. “Containing my excitement.”
They took turns pulling on it, leaning over one another, the metal scraping their
fingers. It held for a long moment, then came loose under their weight, swinging open
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