"Can't you hear it, Jeremy? My whispers, my voice, calling your name. I used to be like you: Alive. But you don't know me. But I sure know you. And I can't believe you took the job. *sigh* Listen to me, Jeremy. Something bad will happen to you soon. Oh, so very soon. This a warning. After night five, you need to quit. Please, Jeremy, you need to! If you don't you can wave goodbye to your head." Jeremy shook his head violently and grabbed his water bottle, taking a huge gulp, some water spilling down his chin and neck. He wiped it away and brought the tablet up to his face and pressed the voicemail button. It rang a few times. "I'll take my chances," he said, and the voice came on. The voice that would haunt him for the next five nights.