I let out a yawn. "Why was I stuck with the night shift?" I say to myself as I keep my eyes on the dark road ahead, which is only lit up by a few flickering street lamps. I knew the answer to the question though. I found a creepy fright attraction a few days ago that was looking for people to hire, and when I signed up, they said that they needed someone to cover the night shift. I was desperate for the money, so I agreed. If only I knew how stupid I was to even look into it.

I park my car in the empty parking lot, turning the keys and setting them in my pocket. I head inside and head into my damp office. The whole place had a burned effect, though sometimes I wondered what was fake and what wasn't. Like the vents that constantly needed repairs, or the musty air that easily gathers mold. "I wonder if OSHA even knows this place exists.." I say as I change into my security guard uniform.

I plop down into the rolling chair and play the voice recording that was sent. I zone out, not much caring and figuring I already know how to do my job, I start checking cameras and repairing the vents when something the recording says catches my attention. "We found one, a real one!" The message says. "Real what?" I ask myself. "Well look, it's in there somewhere, I'm sure you'll see it." The message says not too long before ending. "Crap- what have I gotten myself into?" I ask myself. I search through the cameras as I wonder what they could've found.

Then I hear it. The beeping sound of the vents telling me it needs repair. I sigh and start to fix it, trying to not breathe too much as to not waste oxygen. Soon the beeping stops and I take a deep breath. I sit down and lean back in my chair, when I see it, standing behind me. Facing me with a rotten grin. A broken down green rabbit suit, which reeks of blood and guts, staring back at me with sinister eyes in which I fear if I stare too long into, will break my very soul. I gasp and quickly turn around to face the mangled, rotten beast. "What the hell are you....?" I say horrified at the beast. It takes a single step forward, opening its mouth, and I peer into the gaping mouth, when my breath hitches. I see a mouth of flesh inside the animatronics head, that's too rancid smelling and creepy looking to be fake. I take a step back, eyeing the door of the office as an escape. To my surprise, it speaks. But only one word; "burn....." it says in a raspy glitched voice as once again, it takes another single step forward.

I launch myself off the chair and through the doorway of the office, dodging the confused looking phantom hallucinations. The word 'burn' echoes through my mind as run. Eventually I come to a halt as I peer over my shoulder and come to the conclusion I'm not being followed anymore. I face forward again when I notice a gas can. "Burn..." I echo as I pick up the gas can. I pour the gas all across the floors of the attraction, carefully avoiding the broken rabbit. As I finish pouring, the echoing in my head gets louder. I sigh as I open the exit door and take out a lighter from my pocket. "Burn..." I say as I flick the lighter on, and I back up as I fling the lighter into the building, watching as the flames ignite. I quickly get in my car and start the ignition, and as I pull out I watch the flames get higher from my rear view mirror.

The next day I sit down, coffee in hand, as I open the newspaper. I skim over political stuff when something catches my eye. "Fazbear's Fright horror attraction burned to the ground" I read. "It says it was an electrical fire? Oh I wish" I say, chuckling nervously as I remember the night before. "Note to self, make sure they do interviews before applying to a job.." I say to myself.