The air in the security office felt thick, almost suffocating. The buzzing of the lights was the only sound that accompanied your breathing, ragged and strained. You couldn't stop shaking, your hands gripped tightly around the flashlight in your trembling hands, as if that small beam of light could somehow keep the terror at bay.

You had been in this place far too long, long enough to see things that shouldn’t be there, to hear voices in the silence, and to feel the creeping dread that never let go. The nightmare didn’t end when your shift did—it lingered long after you clocked out. Tonight felt worse. The walls seemed to close in tighter with every passing second.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the soft thud of footsteps approaching from the hallway. You knew what it was before you even turned around. Phantom Freddy.

The broken figure of the animatronic appeared in the flickering light, his eyes glowing a haunting red. His body was battered and disjointed, his mouth fixed in a sinister grin that sent a chill down your spine.