Ok so this is my first time publishing somsthing so sorry if its bad anyway enjoy!
❌this story contains cursing. Also its in Mike's Pov unless i say so.❌
"Damn it!" I whisper as I hear my dog barking I get out of bed grabbing my flashlight. He's been barking for at least five minutes and my head still hurts from when my brother scared the hell out of me, I shake my head at the thought and walk over to my doorway to be jumped by the clock on the other side of the house . "It's already 12!?" I silently yell as the clock stopped so did my dog, but that wasn't one of my worries now. I heard footsteps... And I'm the only one at home.
My parents were on a trip and my brother was at a party, no one will be home until 9:oo. I Creek open the door hesitantly only to fall straight on my ass at the sight of a gigantic figure moving out of my flashlights gaze down the hall . Immediately scramble to my feet and shut the door only two seconds after I heard screaming, but it wasn't human for sure. I turn to my bed to see little nightmare versions of what looks like... FREDDY FAZBEAR!!?
"AHH!!" I yelled as they crawled at the end of my flashlight To Each corner of the bed and disappear. I run over to the end of my bed in tears waiting to wake up from this horrible nightmare of a dream. Also wishing my parents were here. I hear footsteps again, but this time to my right, I run over to the door being welcomed by heavy breathing. "OH HELL NO!" I say to myself. Not even bothering to turn on the flashlight I slammed the door shut and heard the sad footsteps of whatever monster was on the other side. Not even a second later "it" left I heard the Creeks of my other door open again- *BANG!* A shadow moves to my closet so quick i couldn't see what it was.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" little did I know that laugh would taunt my dreams until the day I die. I turn to the clock as it just now clicked the 2:04 AM
"I'm so screwed."
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nighttime fun
HorrorThe screaming of the small beasts on his Bed, the endless laughter that stained the poor boys dreams. It was horrible how only a few hours felt like days to Michael, the broken child in which this all started. With only a flashlight and a door to k...
