F is for Fright, The Nightmare Stories Part 1: The Beginning

#A sequel to the events of [F is for Fright](https://redd.it/7qg3g7). It is highly recommended that you read this first.

###JOURNAL ENTRY #23:

>It has been almost a year and a half since Fazbear's Fright has burned down. It was because of me, I caused a horror attraction to burn down. Quite funny, huh? Was just watching a video the last night guard had made before his death. The animatronic, I think it's still out there. Clay hasn't been returning any of my texts, he still has the same phone. Two weeks without no contact has been pretty weird.

>I checked with everyone, they said they haven't received any response either. It's kind of weird, and complicated. Should I do something? Should I check on him? These thoughts are tough to follow. I'm just an officer! Well, of course I am. If I'm an officer, that gives me the right to find him.

>Besides, it's weird he hasn't been in the office for days. By days, I mean weeks! I'm shocked. Uh… It was unforgettable. I still wonder about that bunny animatronic. Has it ever been found? Still wondering as it has been a while.

>I still remember the events like it was yesterday. Watching that video. It's too late to try to save him.. Poor Jared… taken from us too soon.

>He was so young.. But what's the point? I should go asleep right now.

>\- Anderson


As he finishes writing, he closes the journal. He leaves his office, closing the door carefully so as to not wake his wife and kids. He goes up the stairs, into his bedroom, and now into his bed. He falls asleep.

Meanwhile in his office, pages start to flip. Something starts being written on one of the pages…

>**I AM COMING FOR YOU, ANDERSON. 57 4f 57 2c 20 59 4f 55 20 4d 41 4e 41 47 45 44 20 54 4f 20 54 52 41 4e 53 4c 41 54 45 20 54 48 49 53 2e 20 47 4f 4f 44 20 4a 4f 42 2c 20 53 49 4e 43 45 20 49 54 27 53 20 45 41 53 59 20 54 4f 20 44 4f 2e 20 44 4f 20 4e 4f 54 20 52 45 56 45 41 4c 20 57 48 41 54 20 54 48 49 53 20 4d 45 53 53 41 47 45 20 53 41 59 53 2e 20 4c 45 41 56 45 20 49 54 20 41 20 53 45 43 52 45 54 20 41 4e 44 20 44 4f 4e 27 54 20 53 50 4f 49 4c 20 49 54 2e 20 49 54 27 53 20 48 45 58 2c 20 41 4c 52 49 47 48 54 3f 20 49 54 27 53 20 45 41 53 59 20 54 4f 20 44 45 43 4f 44 45 2e 20 53 4f 2c 20 59 45 41 48 2e 20 4e 4f 20 53 45 43 52 45 54 20 4b 49 44 2e 20 4a 55 53 54 20 4d 45 20 53 41 59 49 4e 47 20 43 4f 4e 47 52 41 54 55 4c 41 54 49 4f 4e 53 2e**

As he sleeps, pans are banging slowly. His door creaks softly, and he starts fidgeting and squirming in his slumber. His wife starts hugging him. He groans.

In his dream, he wakes up at a dinner table. Next to him is his wife and family. They're eating but once Anderson tries picking up a fork, he can't. He's tied.

"Why aren't you eating?" His wife asks, "Aren't you hungry?"

"I can't." He says, still trying.

The door in front of him slams open, it's a man in a black clothing, the man starts to raise up a gun, and starts shooting at his family. Anderson is in shock, as he tries to get up but he can't. He watches as his family dies, the man getting away after his deed.

He screams and wakes up. He realizes it's a dream. He looks to his left, his wife is still there. He gets up from his bed, and starts walking out. Before he leaves, he grabs his phone. He checks the time. 3:26am, his phone reads.

He goes out of the room, and goes to his children's room. Everything is okay. He goes downstairs, he goes into his office.

…

Everything is destroyed, the books are all over. Everything is destroyed except the journal. He picks it up. He checks his journal. Everything is still perfectly fine.

Except, he finally finds the message. He throws his journal onto the floor, and starts breathing in and out. Not slowly, but fast.

He grabs it again, he puts it on his table. He starts writing another journal entry.

###JOURNAL ENTRY #24:

>I feel like I'm being watched, the dreams have gotten creepier and creepier. Should've mentioned it in the last entry. Something has been written in THIS JOURNAL. I don't know who, but once I went inside this damn office, everything was broken. It was everywhere. It's strange. Was it Jared's ghost? I don't know at this point. It's scary. Since right now would be his death anniversary. What I was told that he died around 3:34am. That's fucking scary because it's about to be that time. The things I spent all my hard-earned money on, it's gone. I want to know who did all of this. Shall I call the police now or never? It's a hard decision, already.. 3:30 in the morning and everything is a mess.

>I'm scared, who could be writing these things? I don't know if it was just a burglar messing around with me, my wife getting mad at me, or hell, am I sleepwalking??. She's been getting aggravated lately and she's not even on her period. She wouldn't even talk about it, which is weird. I'm starting to think she's cheating on me. Should install cameras, to check if she's cheating or at least catch who's doing this.

>There's a bunch of issues I'm going through. It's getting me so stressed. I feel like I should just take a whole week off. I'm going to call Clay. Hopefully he answers.

###VOICEMAIL - #10

C: "Hey, this is Clay. Leave a message and I'll get to you sooner or later."

A: Clay, your voicemail message is a damn lie. Anyway, I would like to take a week off. Things have been getting so… ugh. I'm getting stressed because there's been issues for me and my family. My entire office is fucked and I don't know what to do. Please, actually call me back. Maybe I'll also tell Terence since you haven't been fucking responding to any of us. Terence has took over for the weeks you have been gone. Anyway, call me later. Also, I apologize that it's 3 in the morning and this bothers you. Okay, bye.

###PHONE CALL - #1

T: H-h-hello?

A: Terence.

T: What the fuck do you want, it's 3 in the fucking morning.

A: Listen, I can't be working this week.

T: Why?

A: Stress and family issues. Also, my fucking office is a mess right now. I don't fucking know who did it.

T: Maybe you were sleepwalking and destroyed everything, you dumbass?

A: Dude, please. I need a week off, I think my wife is cheating on me and—

T: Listen, you're not getting the week off and—

A: YOU'RE NOT FUCKING LISTENING TO ME. I'M NOT EVEN FUCKING FINISHED WITH MY FUCKING SENTENCE AND YOU DECIDE "Oh, you're not getting the week off, nyeh, nyeh, NYEH." WELL FUCK YOU!

T: You're not getting the week—

A: I'M GETTING THE FUCKING WEEK OFF, CLAY WOULD LISTEN TO ME AND NOT YOUR FUCKING DUMBASS. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME GET THE WEEK OFF.

T: Fine, get the fucking week off dumbass.

A: Thanks.

T: Okay, bye.

A: Cunt.

(Phone call ends)

T: What? Fuck.

###CONTINUATION OF JOURNAL ENTRY:

>Clay didn't answer, like always. I had to ask Terence but he's being a cunt. Fucking jackass, why wasn't I elected? But nooo, they put the jackass first and now they're all fucking regretting that shit. What a bunch of fucking dumbasses. It's weird too..

>I'm getting sleepy, god. I'm gonna go now.

>\- Anderson

He leaves his office, and walks up the stairs. He reaches his bedroom, and slides into his bed. He hugs his wife and kisses her, she gives a little smirk. He finally falls asleep. No nightmares, as of right now.

[TO BE CONTINUED…](/r/26FrightsofFreddy)

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