Michael’s first night on the new job had just begun — a night guard position. Rumors had long circulated that something otherworldly stirred in this place, but Michael couldn’t care less. He wasn’t here for ghost stories; he was here for the paycheck.

Slouched in the cramped security office before the glowing monitors, he rested his chin on one hand. Half-drowsy, his eyes drifted across the screens. Silence. The animatronics stood frozen in their spots, like lifeless mannequins.

And then—movement. A flicker on Camera Five. Michael blinked, rubbed his eyes, and focused again. A shadow slipped behind the stage curtain and vanished.

He grabbed the flashlight from the desk, clicked it on, and stepped into the hallway. In the main hall, he paused, slowly sweeping the beam across the corners, searching every dark crevice.

BANG!

Something crashed behind him with a hollow thud. Michael flinched, nearly jumping out of his skin, and spun around, aiming the light at the source. — “No way. These mechanical heaps.. they’re moving? Nonsense. Goddamn nonsense. What the hell…”