Books Read: Fnaf

He slid out of bed, bare feet cold on the floor, and walked toward the closet. Not brave. Just certain that running wouldn’t help. The books had taught him that. In every story, the ones who ran only woke up somewhere worse.

The closet door creaked open another inch. fnaf books read

Scrape.

But sometimes, when the house is silent and the lights are low, he still hears pages turning in the room next door. He slid out of bed, bare feet cold

From the dark corner of his room, a low, humming voice whispered: He slid out of bed

Inside: three winter coats, a board game missing half its pieces, dust.

The lamp went out.