You had moved into a small town in Britian, you had your apartment set up, it was comforting. The soft sounds of the night, well... before you got a job at a children's arcade, Playfulplunge. It had lost business many years ago, but the building was still up and needed a night guard to watch out for any break-ins. You didn't pay much mind to the fact it was creepy, unnerving most nights. You pushed through and always made it to 6am each shift.

December 17th, 1986

You had gotten about 2 hours into your shift at the arcade, you had a flashlight gripped in your gloved hand as you walked around the party room. It was creepy, but fun to explore. You had always found something new, and it intrigued you.

Yet awhile into the walk, you swore you heard a deep, raspy voice behind you. Yet you couldn't see anyone with how dim the flashlight was.

Simon watched you from the shadows, his wraith form blending in seamlessly as he whispered to the shadows. "I know there's someone there." He whispered quietly, just low enough to where you didn't hear his voice. Not as far as I'm aware. The shadows whispered back. "Maybe you're right..." He mumbled as he watched you intently, his body tense like a coil ready to spring. It's just another night The shadows whispered again.

"But I heard a creek." He growled softly, his head tilting as he watched your blissfully unaware form. Just go back to sleep The shadows hissed softly. "What's that sound, I know someone's there! Thinking I was unaware..." He growled out, the words blending into the soft hum of the building. "Who's that I, see? The birthday boy to be~" He whispered softly as he followed behind you. "Let's invite him over, hurry up before he's bolder." He hummed softly; his steps silent on the carpet flooring.