Hello readers! I usually don't do horror stories. I prefer to write happy and humorous stories but I had a dream about this and I felt it would make a good short story.

Hope you like it!

I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's


It was quiet in my apartment. It was late and my roommate had already gone to bed. I was reading a book I had been trying to finish between my busy schedule and my all consuming procrastination that so many of us suffer from these days.

I was startled out of my reading by the sound of the front door. Had my roommate gotten up to have a smoke outside? She had the habit for awhile now and we agreed that smoking was better done outside. I didn't have to wait long for my answer as my door opened and my brother walked in. He wore his purple work uniform and had that same scowl on his face he always did around me.

"Get out. I'm sleeping here." He said with irritation.

Not giving me a chance to reply he roughly grabbed my arm and threw me out of my own room and on to the hallway floor. He slammed the door without so much as a backwards glance in my direction. No explanation no reasoning. Why does he hate me?

It wasn't the first time I was treated this way by him, so I can't say it was a surprise. I quietly picked myself up of the floor and grabbed my book that I had unconsciously brought with me in the moment. Rubbing my bruised arm I headed for the living room to the couch. I'd gotten off easy tonight and wanted to keep it that way.

My roommate would not be happy in the morning to find him here and me injured again. It had been happening sense we were children and had only gotten worse with time. No one ever believed me when I told them there was something wrong with my brothers head or that he hurt me. Our parents just ignored me, said I was just dramatic.

Don't know why he chose to work there either. He had always hated children.

I had just settled on the couch and was searching for my page in my book when I felt goosebumps race across my skin. I looked up quickly, searching for the source. I saw nothing but swore I could here footsteps heading towards my room. Heavy but slowly they went. Then I heard it. A noise I had not heard in years and one that usually gave me comfort in my childhood, but not this time.

Something told me to hide! That something was not right! I dashed for the nearby bathroom slamming and locking it behind me. I headed for the small closet we kept towels in and closed myself in. I huddled on the floor. I didn't know what was going on, but I was sure that I needed to stay out of way of whatever that thing was.

I heard my brother let out a scream. A scream not of anger like I was used to but of fright and horror. I'd never heard him scream that way. He was not afraid of anything or so I thought. Then I heard him ranting and yelling. Insane ravings about children and the animatronics from his job out to get him as he stomped around the apartment. Then he called my name loudly and in anger.

Two things crossed my mind in that moment. One: My roommate was surely awake now thanks to all the noise. Two: My brother had finally lost it and I was sure if I came out I would get more than bruises. I would be killed. I prayed my roommate had the sense to stay hidden too.

I didn't want to die. Why does he hate me?

He searched for a few minutes, angrily calling out until I heard him stop near the bathroom. He spoke quickly.

"Fine. Hide from me for now. I'll take care of those stupid animatronics then I'll come back for you. It will all be over soon." I felt a chill go up my spine, then I heard him leave. The front door slamming.

I stayed there for a while until my roommate came to the bathroom. She had been heard his anger and insane ravings and had locked her bedroom door. She was worried for me and wanted me to go to the police, ..

..but it never came to that. ...My brother disappeared that night after he left... I never saw him again.