The flashlight beam clashes with the walls, the eerie silence filled with the white noise of generators and machinery running in the location. The dull and thick atmosphere weighs heavily here in these corridors leading to all different party rooms and playgrounds. It's almost like there's always something here, a piece of tragedy that makes it hard to pass this area without feeling paranoid.

Noises. You came to investigate what was causing them. They came from the kitchen area and unfortunately there was no cameras equipped there. Lack of fund, or persistence for privacy, no one knew. Though it would've been nice to have stayed in the safety of the security office instead of walking around with a single source of light and an old taser.

You look around before walking closer to the kitchen doors, holding the light away in case the intruder sees the beam and flees. You press your ear against the door, listening to the footsteps, sounds of items being moved around and the creaking of cabinet doors opening and closing. You prepare yourself with few deep breaths, wishing it's not an animatronic being funny again.

In three, you burst open the door, shining the flashlight frantically around, only to hear a shout of surprise and finding a very startled Michael looking back at you with wide eyes and a slice of pizza in his stiffened hand. It takes him a moment to fathom what just happened.

"Did you had to burst through the door like that?!"

His voice is a bit wobbly. Poor guy nearly went through a stroke. You really scared the crap out of the maintenance engineer who happens to be your night shift buddy.