The Twisted Ones by Scott Cawthon

Author:Scott Cawthon [Scott Cawthon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780606401555
Publisher: Scholastic, Incorporated
Published: 2017-07-18T04:00:00+00:00

Charlie tossed her keys to John. “You go. There’s a gas station a few miles back the way we came. You can call from there.” He nodded, jangling the keys in his hand.

“I’ll stay with you,” Jessica said instantly.

“No,” Charlie said, more forcefully than she intended. “Go with John.” Jessica looked confused for a moment but finally nodded and headed off toward the car.

“Are you sure?” John asked. Charlie waved her hand at him dismissively.

“Someone needs to stay with it. I’ll keep my distance. I promise. I won’t disturb … it.”

“Okay.” Like Jessica, John hesitated for a moment. Then they left Charlie alone in the empty lot. After a minute, she heard the engine start, and the noise of the car faded as they drove off down the empty streets. She sat at the top of the mound where she had uncovered the misshapen bear and gazed down at it.

“What do you know?” she whispered. She stood and paced slowly over the other two plots of disturbed soil, wondering what lay beneath. The bear was frightening, misshapen, an imitation of Freddy created by someone else. It was a strange variation, into which her father had never breathed life. But William Afton—Dave—did. The man who designed these things was the same man who had stolen and murdered her brother.

A thought surfaced, a question that had visited her many times before: Why did he take Sammy? Charlie had asked herself, the wind, and her dreams that question endlessly. Why did he take Sammy? But she had always meant, Why not me? Why was I the one who lived? She stared down at the soil beneath her, envisioning the bear’s strange, embryonic face. The children murdered at Freddy Fazbear’s had lived on after death, their spirits lodged somehow inside the animatronic costumes that had killed them. Could Sammy’s spirit be imprisoned somehow, behind a large, rectangular door?

Charlie shivered and stood up, suddenly wanting to put as much distance as possible between her and the twisted Freddy buried in the soil. The image of his face came to her again, and this time it made her skin crawl. Did the other two mounds hide similar creatures? Was there a malformed rabbit hidden in the dirt just there? A chicken clutching a cupcake to its grotesque chest? But the thing that tried to kill me—tried to envelop me—it was designed to kill. There could be anything buried down there, waiting for nightfall. She could look, dig up the other two mounds to see what lay slumbering beneath. But as soon as she thought it she could almost feel the lock of metal hands on her arms, forcing her inside that deathly, cavernous chest.

Charlie took a few deliberate steps back from the mounds, wishing just a little that she had allowed Jessica to stay.

* * *

“How has your visit with Charlie been?” Jessica asked in a conspiratorial tone as they made the final turn out of the development and onto the main road.

John didn’t take his eyes off the road.

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