Joseph just stared at me for several moments. "Kids? What kids?"

My mind was racing. I grabbed up my phone and got online. First thing I googled was the old pizzeria: Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. First thing that comes up was talk of the business closing down. It was the most recent closing, however, with the mention of one murder and a worker disappearing without a trace.

A picture of the man was placed on the side of the website. He looked normal. Short brown hair and a genuine smile with brown eyes to fit it all together.

That's not him.

I flinched at that thought. Why would I know this? According to this site, it was a man that was murdered; body found stuffed into a box of spare parts in a back room. No kids involved.

Not that room.

A flash of darkness sparked in the back of my mind. Dark room filled with spare and broken parts. But not the room from the website?

Reading further it mentioned a few things I found strange.

"The curse of Freddy's strikes again it seems. It closed before because a group of children were murdered and the killer was never found. Could the same killer have returned to claim another victim? Perhaps that guard that ran away? Let's just hope the police catch him and get this sicko off the streets."

NOT HIM.

I wanted to throw my phone suddenly. Anger swelled up inside me threatening to break the fragile object in my hands. I knew that worker wasn't the one who hurt that person. I knew because I could never forget that face. The psychotic smile that lit up in the darkness revealing the thrill he made obvious to the actions he committed.

"What are you looking up, Michael?"

I blinked up at him. "H-huh? Oh! The murders from the pizzeria. Those things on the video; it's the kids."

He stared at me with those doubtful eyes. Again with a look telling me I'm stupid.

"I'm not crazy, okay?! And… I think you're right. They're going to find me no matter what I do." I could almost clearly remember the dream now. It blossomed in the back of my mind but was clouded out by weeds I couldn't get past without getting stung with thorns. "Earlier today – when I went home to sleep – I had a disturbing dream. It… Those kids… I saw those kids die."

Joseph sat back down on the couch with me. "And? How'd you see it?" His awkward, shy side had vanished again and that new much more curious Joe I just couldn't get used to showed itself.

"I was one of them." I remembered the gut retching pain and even the feeling of my own organs spilling to the floor. My own stomach flipped and I would have tossed my lunch if I had eaten something recently.

The black haired man sat back, finger and thumb grabbing his chin in thought. "So you witnessed the death of all four? Even feeling one of them?"

I about nodded, but a thought sparked into my head that forced past my lips. "Five."

"Five?" He sat up. "Five of them? You mean including the murderer?"

"I saw kids three die. One was already dead in another room. I was the fifth." I put my hand to my temple as a headache blossomed pounding softly into my veins. "There were five kids."

Joseph sat back again to think. "The reports all said four. Wonder what happened to the last kid."

"Huh?"

He blinked at me; gray blue eyes taking a moment to understand that I hadn't seen anything past the deaths themselves. "Oh, the kids' bodies were stuffed into those animatronics. But there were only four. I wonder where the killer put the last kid."

I wished I knew. It might help to calm down some of this. But then wait… if the other four kids were in the robots… "Where's the last one?"

Joe blinked again. "Um… That's what we don't know?" He said it like a question not understanding.

"No no no. I mean the four kids were in the animatronics and I guess are possessing them now. What about the fifth kid?"

He paled. "I don't… That… The spirit that was in the guard house."

I felt the blood drain from my own face then. A sickening twist pushed into my stomach. For a second time within the past half hour I could have puked. The last child was free, but to an extent. It wasn't possessing someone, no, it was attached to someone. My nightmare. It showed me that. I had been looking through his eyes.

"The fifth kid is with me."