His bedroom was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that isn’t empty, but waiting .
The lamp went out.
His hand moved on its own, reaching for the stack of books. Fazbear Frights #4: Step Closer. He’d read it last night. The story about the boy who didn’t believe the warnings. The one who laughed at the curse until the curse laughed back. fnaf books read
Inside: three winter coats, a board game missing half its pieces, dust. His bedroom was quiet
From the dark corner of his room, a low, humming voice whispered: humming voice whispered: Scrape.
Scrape.