Suite Nightmares

I Thought It Was 'Mother Knows Best'

School ended and I quickly made my way to the bus, ready to go home. The bus reached my house and I somehow made it off the house of chaos. I got to the final step and jumped off; onto the dark, cement driveway. I hopped along the stone pathway to the front door. Opening the door I was greeted with Foxy on the floor, staring at me. I screamed and slammed my back against the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Grandpa walking into the room; laughing. He picked up my plushy and held it.

"I see you left your 'friend' at home today," he said, waving Foxy in my face, "Did you finally listen to my advice?"

I stood up straight and shook my head, "No. I just... forgot him."

He tossed my plushy to me and I fumbled to catch it. Grandpa kneeled down to my height and gave me the serious look.

"You listen to me, kiddo. That thing is bad news and will cause you nothing but pain. Trust me Sam, I know what's best."

I stared into Grandpa's eyes with a perplexed glance, "But I thought the saying was 'mother knows best'?"

"Well kiddo, your mother's gone so I'm the closest thing you got."

That statement hit me like a brick. I started to cry and pushed past Grandpa; up the stairs to my room. I slammed my bedroom door shut and jumped onto my bed, smashing my face into the pillow. I had a nice cry party by myself because that's what I am... alone.

I woke up to the sound of the bedroom door squeaking open. I hadn't even realized I fell asleep. I guess it was from all the crying that I got tired. I sat up from my mattress to see Grandma at the door. She smiled at me and shut the door again. She walked over to me and sat at the edge of my bed. Still feeling scared from last night's dream, I crawled over to Grandma and hugged her. She hugged me back, giving me a kiss on the head.

"What's wrong dear?" she asked, "Did something happen?"

I decided to tell her the whole story, about school, Foxy, Grandpa and my dream. Every single detail about my old friends, Grandpa's jokes and the murder man that haunted me until Puppet got rid of him. She chuckled a bit, making me think that she didn't believe me. Grandma stood up and reached for my hand.

"Maybe if you're having these dreams dear, you might need to lessen the obsession a little," she said.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you are going to move into a new environment to freshen your mind off the animatronics."

I still wasn't understanding what Grandma was talking about until she stopped at the familiar room I have always walked past... my parent's bedroom. Grandma opened the clean door and lead me inside. It was a lot bigger than my room. There was a huge bed, a walk-in closet, a regular closet and it's own bathroom. As I explored each of the rooms, my mind wandered back to my nightmare. Hold on... what if it's the animatronics that the man meant by 'they'? What if all of them come to find me? They'll have tons of places to hide!

I started to freak out and breathe faster. Grandma holds onto my shoulder to calm me down.

"I know this is new to you, Sam," she started, "But I think this is what's best for you."

Once everything was set up in the new room, that only being my nightlight, toy box and books, me and grandma went down to dinner. I didn't speak the whole time, I just slowly ate my food. Soon supper was finished and my Grandparents lead me up to bed. I tried to refuse but Grandpa got tired and picked me up. He gently put me down in the new bed and they both tucked me in; giving me kisses.

"Goodnight," they said and left the room, closing the door behind them.

Once I heard that they were downstairs, I sit up reach under my pillow. That's where I put my most important tool... my flashlight. I was ready for anything... at least I think so. I turn on the flashlight and shine it around the room. I bring my knees up to my chin.

This is going to be one stressful night.