Inside this house lies many nightmares. It's a struggle for survival. Every night the nightmares come trying to claim with them more lives. But when the dawn comes they leave. I try to scream for help, but in this world of nightmares no one can hear me. I am completely alone to suffer what my own imagination creates. I am always haunted, always on the defensive. In my mind all these haunting images stay on repeat. Every night they come back to bring me insanity. I can't sleep or eat and no one can hear me speak over my endless sobs of pain. No one can understand and no one may ever understand. I once had friends or at least what I thought were friends, until the day they forever scarred me. Thanks to them I'm stuck in this world of darkness and torment to which I may never find my way out. Wait! Oh no! What's that sound?! Their coming for me again! There's nowhere to run or hide. I feel this might be the last time I ever see the dawn come up. Their surrounding me. At this point there is no escape. I feel my life force fading. I am struggling to hold on. No I mustn't die like this! I refuse to let this be the end. I will fight! I won't let this nightmare claim me. But still I feel faint. I've lost too much blood from the injury I have endured. I want to fight, but I feel myself fading. Everything has turned into a blur of colors. And now fades to black. Unconsciousness has overtaken me. I wake up only to find myself a shadow of my former self. I now exist in a world completely unreachable from the outside. I failed in this battle. I am now myself a nightmare. I only feel sorry for the next victim to enter this house and suffer the same fate as I. In this new life still I suffer greatly at the sound of children shrieking. All the pain I have had to witness I feel I can no longer endure. Won't someone come and free me from my imprisonment? The days of suffering go on 30 years. My only friends in this time period are the lowly animatronics that use to haunt me as a child. That use to make me feel endless insanity. Once my enemies now my true and only friends. They suffered my same fate, but through an act of murder. All caused by the man in the purple suit. I would one day hope to see him be taken in vengeance. One day that wish came true when he was crushed by a spring lock suit. Me and my friends once bound for many years to animatronic suits were now free. Finally after all the years of pain and torment I could finally rest in peace along with all the other tortured souls. And here our story meats a happy end.