The Nightmare Stories Pt 2

Anderson wakes up, his wife nowhere to be found. He gets up and checks his phone. “10:26am” He goes downstairs, his wife is making breakfast. She’s not wearing a robe, her bra and underwear is showing.

“Good morning, Dalia.” He whispers.

“Good morning to you too, Anderson.” Dalia responds back, she turns around. She puts a plate down. She grabs the pan and puts the eggs onto the plate. She pushes the plate towards him.

“I thought you were supposed to be at work.” Dalia asks Anderson. He looks up, she looks at his eyes. “That’s not good. Did you sleep well? Oh, but of course, because you gave me a kiss. God, that felt good. I also gave you some... uh... good pleasuring too.”

He looks up and smirks, she starts giggling.

“Very funny, Dalia.” He says and starts eating.

“It’s true!” Dalia says and starts laughing. “But for real, I did.”

Anderson looks up, gives her a long stare. Looks to the ground, gives a confused face. Starts looking around, he’s pretty confused.

“What?” She smiles and giggles.

“I honestly don’t trust you.” Anderson says and takes another bite of his eggs. She laughs and turns around and starts cooking bacon.

“MOM! MOM!” One of the kids scream. Dalia hears them, and grabs a robe, tying it on hastily. “SAMUEL HIT ME!”

“NO I DIDN’T! DANNY HIT ME!” Samuel screams, Dalia sighs. The kids continue arguing.

“Anderson, you take care of this.” Dalia says, he nods and turns to the children.

“SAMUEL AND DANNY, YOU’RE BOTH 13 YEARS OLD. WHY ARE YOU ARGUING WITH SOMEONE WHO’S THE SAME AGE AS YOU? YOU’RE LITERALLY ACTING LIKE FIVE YEAR OLDS. JUST QUIT IT. Breakfast is ready, now sit down.” Anderson screams. They both finally sit down, and start eating.

Anderson stands up, starts walking away.

“Where are you going?” Dalia asked.

“Going to my office, going to call somebody.” Anderson replied, “Besides, I finished my food.”

“Okay, sweetheart!” She yells and goes back and eats her food. She looks at both at her kids who are looking at her strange. “What?”

He finally arrives in his office, and grabs his journal. He puts it down on his desk, he grabs his phone and calls the camera company.

##PHONE CALL #2

>**CC:** `Hello, Oculus Security. How may I help you?`

>**A:** I would like to install cameras onto my property?

>>**CC:** `Okay, sir. Please hold.`

Anderson is placed on hold, before a customer service representative comes on the line to set up his appointment. The conversation lasts for a few minutes before he finally hangs up. He picks up his journal and opens it to the next blank page. He starts writing.

#JOURNAL ENTRY #25 -

>The camera company is on their way, luckily. This will help me find out who caused the mess in the office and if my wife is cheating on me. God, this is so stressful. I don’t want to deal with this anymore. I’m getting caught up with stuff that I feel like fucking dying. Besides, what do I know anymore? Nobody’s trustable these days, and everyone’s a fucking cunt. This generation is fucked. Honestly, I would expect more from these kids, politeness and shit. But everyone’s being a—what do the kids call em these days—a thot, honestly.

>Gah, what’s the point? At least I’ll find out who’s been fucking around with my office and shit; and find out if my wife has been cheating on me. Why do I have trust issues?

>Probably because every person I have come across, I trust them and then they go ahead and backstab me. Paranoia? Probably.

>What do I know anyway?

>Well, fuck it. Let’s see what’s going on with the office, double check on wife and shit. So yeah, possibilities are endless. I’ll go now, journal entry #25 done.

>- Anderson

Suddenly, he hears a doorbell. He grabs the journal and runs to the door; opening it, he sees a man with a toolbox, with the name tag “Landon Thompson - Oculus Security”

“Hi, are you Anderson?” Landon asks Anderson.

“Ah! Yes, that’s me. Come inside, will ya?” Anderson responds, letting him inside. Like the casual, you know? Landon looks around the place.

“Nice place this is. You’re extremely lucky to be living in a place like this. A mansion... Wow! What are ya to get this kind of money?” Landon asks in a excited tone. He looks at a painting. “Hm.”

“Well, I can show you more later. Let’s focus on the camera system, shall we?” Anderson asks in a concerned tone. His British accent starts to come out in a raspy tone. He gasps, and goes silent.

“The hell was that for?” Landon asks Anderson, “That’s extremely weird that you would do that.”

“Sorry... My accent has been coming out more lately. Ever since my dad’s passing like a year ago, my British accent has been coming out a lot more surprisingly. I honestly miss my father,” Anderson responds. “Let’s not focus on that, let’s just focus on the camera system.”

As the day goes by, they set up the camera system. The conversation wasn’t really kicking off until Anderson mentioned his job at Fazbear’s Fright, Jared, and... a guy in a Freddy suit he saw in the videos that Jared recorded. Landon gets intrigued. He picks up a pen and starts writing on the paper, Anderson not paying any attention.

Landon puts the paper in his pocket, and slowly puts his hands on the table.

“Man, what a wild time.” Anderson says, before looking down. “What about you? Have you seen that Fazbear thing?”

“The original, actually. I worked there when I was a teenager. I kinda miss that old junk, besides… the animatronic smelt like rotting corpses. I decided to check one of those animatronics… yuck. Turns out, there was—”

Two knocks are heard.  “Anderson! Are you in there?”

“Yes, honey.” Anderson shouts back. “Welp, that’s my wife calling me. I think it’s time for you to go now… Besides, your boss is probably wondering why you've been here for so long.”

“Ah, don't worry about it. I’ll just come up with an excuse.” Landon says, “Unless he believes me this time. Man’s a psycho. Also, I didn’t finish my story.”

“I’ll invite you back next time, you can finish the story.” Anderson responds.

“Thanks!” Landon answers back, grabbing his toolbox as they both leave the office. Anderson leads Landon outside. “Have a nice day. Hope to do business with you again soon—” his head turns around quickly as he sees Dalia running behind them “Wait!”

“What?” Anderson asks in a polite if annoyed tone.

“There’s somebody outside who wants to meet you.” Dalia informs him, “They’re looking for you for some reason.”

“Hm, that’s weird. I’ll see them out front.” Anderson responds, continuing to walk with Landon out the door. Once he opens the door, before Anderson can even get a word out, he gasps in surprise.