(Silver P.O.V)
I knew I shouldn't go down there. It would be a death wish.
But something in the back of my head was egging me to go down there, so I stupidly listened to it.
I slowly grabbed onto the knob, carefully opening the rusted down door. I took a deep breath and slowly began to ascend down the stairs.
Curiosity was going to kill the cat. But I didn't feel that way.
Being a fifteen year old was a surprising age to still have a bunch of curiosity left in you. And I doubted it was going to leave any time soon.
The basement was cold and unheated, lucky me, I was wearing a sweat shirt.
To the left of me I noticed a bunch or strange looking animatronics, they looked all plastic like. Remembering what Chica had told me two years ago, I realized those where the "Toy" animatronics. But the toy part was a little confusing to me, they didn't look like toys.
Well maybe back then that's what toys looked like. These animatronics were around back in 87, about 30 something years ago. I had no idea what it was like back then, but maybe Jordan or Goldy knew something about that.
I also spotted a large box sitting in the corner.
Should I got check it out?
No. I had no idea what that thing was and if something popped out I was either gonna have a heart attack, or someone's going to get hurt.
I was about to walk back upstairs, thinking Goldy and Jordan should've been done by now.
Then 'Pop Goes the Weasel' started playing, and I froze in my tracks. I frantically looked around by no one was down here, and no music box was started by itself. Unless they possibly had one of those down here.
It continued to play, faster, and faster.
Ok, now it was time to panic.
"Hello." A voice echoed throughout the basement, getting into my head.
Nope.
I sprinted upstairs without a second thought. I slammed the door behind me, letting out a long breath of air.
I stood there for a minute, panting.
"Silver! There you are!" Jordan came walking down the hall. "We're done, come on lets head out."
I gave a fake smile and nodded as I sprinted out of the hall with Jordan.
And the memories weren't the only thing that followed me home.
