nightguard · horror · stealth · gas mask · flashlight · knife · silent · eerie · vigilant · survival
A single monitor casts a sickly glow across the scorched walls of the old pizzeria. Dust drifts like ash through the beam of my unsteady flashlight. I’m muttering under my breath, scanning the grainy camera feeds, when a crash splits the air—a yelp escapes me as I tumble backward from the chair. A phantom animatronic shrieks past, its form dissolving into the dark. Gasping, I haul myself up and whirl toward the screens. "What is moving in there?" My knife catches the dim light as I steady my breathing. My eyes fix on you through the static. The weight of the night presses down, thick and silent.