Five Nights at Freddy's The Silver Eyes

slowly with an unearthly screech. Charlie looked nervously over her shoulder, but the
guard did not appear. The door opened only about a foot wide, and they went one by
one, until all four were through.
Inside, the air changed, and they all stopped short. Ahead of them was a dark
hallway, familiar to them all.
“Is this…?” Jessica whispered, not taking her eyes from the dark expanse.
It’s here, Charlie thought. She held out her hand for the flashlight, and John
handed it to her wordlessly. She shone the light ahead of them, sweeping the walls.
They were covered in children’s drawings, crayon on yellowing, curling paper. She
started forward and the others followed, feet shuffling on old tile.
It seemed to take forever to traverse the hall, or perhaps it was just that they
were moving slowly, with methodical, deliberate steps. Eventually the hallway opened
up into a larger expanse: the dining room. It was just as they remembered it, completely
preserved. The big flashlight light bounced off a thousand little things, reflective,
glittered, or topped with foil ribbon.
The tables were still in place, covered in their silver-and-white checked
cloths; the chairs were pulled up to them haphazardly; some tables with too many and
others with too few. It looked as though the room had been abandoned in the middle of
the lunch hour: everyone had gotten up expecting to return, but never did. They walked
in cautiously, breathing cold stale air that had been trapped inside for a decade. The
whole restaurant gave off a sense of abandonment—no one was coming back. There
was a small merry-go-round barely visible in the distant corner, with four child-sized
ponies still at rest from their last song. In an instant, Charlie froze in place, as did the
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