One Night at Freddy's

Close the Door

"Go over there," Mike said, pointing to the door.

"Wha-why?" I didn't want to be the first person that . . . thing sees.

"Look, you need to be able to hit that button that says 'door' as fast as you can," Mike was pleading with me.

"Why can't you do it?" I asked, starting to chew on my thumbnail. Mike gave me an I've-done-this-enough-go-do-it look. "Okay, okay. I'll open the door," I threw my hands up in surrender and tiptoed toward the door, suddenly extremely aware of and odd being outside of the room.

More clanging rang out in the hall. 1...2...3...4... I counted in my head as a failed attempt at calming my self down.

Another clang. It's close. Clang. Closer. My finger hovered over the button. Oh, how I wished I closed the door earlier.

A shrill, screeching, high pitched sound floated from the doorway, and I froze. A figure leaned out, its posture was leisurely, as if it were just dropping by. I looked up at the robot.

It was huge. Taller than I thought would be necessary. Seven feet at least, wearing brown cargo shorts and boots, with red faux fur all over, except for its legs, which were made of rusted metal, and a fox-like face. Its face was horrific, with deep, black circles around its eyes, as if they were too small for their sockets. Small wires hung out of openings. Its jaw was hanging open, showing off teeth too sharp to be kid friendly.

"Close the door!" Mike yelled. My finger slammed down on the button as soon as I snapped out of my trance. A door with yellow and black striped tape on the top and bottom slid down, and the fox in the doorway was pushed into the hallway.

I could feel my heart thumping against my rib cage so hard, I was surprised my ribs weren't broken. My breath was quick and I was on the verge of hyperventilating. A hand slid on my shoulder and I spun around quickly.

"Hey," Mike pulled his hand away, "I'm sorry, I should have told you more before you came here."

"W-we're done... r-right?" I asked, shivering.

"Afraid not," he said, "We have about two more hours."

"I-I can't."

"C'mon you have to at least finish one night."

"No, I have to leave," I said pushing Mike out of the way and stumbling towards the door on the right.

"It's not safe."

"Why? Can't I run?" I said, a bit more clearly, as I straightened myself.

"Running out there is like sitting in this room, making loud noises, with your eyes closed, and never closing the doors," Mike grabbed my arm, looking at me with a serious expression.

"Okay, fine," I gulped, "But I'm not getting close to either of those doors."

"Okay, okay. That's fine," Mike said.

Neither of us spoke for a while. No sounds were made. I heard a shuffling sound, a kind of clicking. l looked at Mike's feet, only to see he hadn't moved, and I hadn't either. Which means that someone, or rather, something was by the open door. I saw movement in the window and, as if I were on auto-pilot, I leapt to the door and pressed the door button. Out of curiosity, I pressed the light button too.

What I saw made me literally jump into the air. It was the bright yellow duck, just standing in the window, deranged. Its eyes were purple and stuck out oddly from its head. It wore a bib that read 'Let's Eat!' in yellow letters, outlined in purple with dots that resemble sprinkles. Its jaw hung open, revealing teeth that no duck, nor chicken, nor bird should have.

A shiver trembled down my spine and a feeling of vulnerability overcame me. 'I don't want to be here anymore.'

I took a deep breath, and another one, but resorted to hyperventilating again.

"Katrina?" Mike asked.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine. When this is over, and I'm home, I'll go to bed, and I'll be fine. Fine." I repeated the mantra I'd always tell myself in uncomfortable situations.

"Hey, look it's six o'clock now. We can leave now." Mike put a hand on my back and we opened the doors then left the office.

Once outside, I breathed in a shaky deep breath, the cool air soothing my nerves. My whole body went numb as I sat in Mike's car. The only way I could tell I was shaking was by looking at my hands.