ChicaA Chapter by Jeremy HilesChica is on the move, and the suspense is building!My heart was racing so
fast that I felt like my chest would explode.
I could hear my pulse in my ears, a loud roar as if a train was flying
past. I leapt from my seat and looked
closely at the somewhat fuzzy images on the screen. Chica was definitely missing from the stage
and nowhere to be seen. In a panic now,
I frantically looked at the other cameras.
When I came to the storage room camera feed, my heart seemed to stop for
a second, and then raced even faster than before. Chica was standing in the storage room,
staring right into the camera. There was
no way this was real. I pinched myself
hard, which stung, so I knew I could not be dreaming. This was not a dream, but it could certainly
pass as a nightmare. I couldn’t take my
eyes from the screen featuring Chica’s close-up. Suddenly the screen
went dark. I scrambled to check the
other screens, but they were all blank as well, with an occasional burst of
static. Out of frustration I tapped on
the screens several times, but to no avail.
After a few minutes of staring at nothing but static, the screen
suddenly jumped back online. I was
looking back at the storage room, but Chica was gone. Again.
In a frenzy, I scanned the monitors.
Party room; empty. Hallways
outside my office; clean. And then I saw Chica again. In the hall outside of the restrooms. She was looking at the camera again, but this
time her head was tilted to the side, and her mouth was open wide. The sight of her staring at the camera like
that sent shivers up and down my spine. In
surprise I took a couple steps back. I
still couldn’t believe what was happening, there was no way this could be
real. And yet, I had pinched myself, and
even if it was a dream, this was way too vivid to be in my mind. I thought back to the strange phone call I
had received. All I had to do was keep
Chica from getting to me and I would be ok.
I slammed the buttons on the sides of the doors and they slid into
place. I immediately felt better and
started to calm down, but then I realized that I had only a limited amount of
power. I couldn’t keep the doors closed
all night. I glanced at my
watch. 1:37. Maybe there was some sort
of meter to measure how much power I had left.
I looked around my office and noticed a little monitor almost completely
hidden by a stack of paper. I pushed the
papers aside and looked at the monitor.
In green LED lights it showed that I had 81% power remaining, but at the
rate the doors were using power, I would only be able to keep them closed for maybe
an hour and a half to two hours barring any sudden or unexpected drains on the
power. I looked at the cameras
again. Chica was nowhere to be seen yet
again. I looked over all of the camera
feeds and there was no Chica. Without
even thinking about it, I turned to the audio from the kitchen. Suddenly the speaker came alive with the
sounds of banging pots and pans.
Something was moving around in the kitchen, and I guessed it was Chica, because she was not within view of any of the cameras. Since I knew where she was, I decided to turn
off the doors to conserve as much power as possible and save it for if Chica
decided to wander in the direction of my office. I hit the button to
deactivate the doors and checked the hallway just as a precaution. The banging from the kitchen still played
over the speakers, so I was reassured that Chica was preoccupied for the time
being. I tried to remember more from the
phone call, anything that I could use to help keep Chica away. All I could think of was that she might try
to force me to listen to those stupid songs all night or maybe force me to eat
pizza. I turned the sound down on the
speakers to decrease the noise, since the guy on the phone had warned me that
the animatronics were programmed to go where the noises were. I collected my thoughts
as well as I could, and then turned back to the monitors. I glanced over the other rooms to make sure
Chica hadn’t slipped out of the kitchen.
All was clear. I happened to
glance at the stage and then froze. Now
Bonnie was gone. © 2015 Jeremy HilesAuthor's Note
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