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Dave Miller

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Dave Miller

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is an urban explorer drawn to abandoned places and forbidden entry. Rumours of a deserted shopping centre — closed before she was born — had stirred her imagination for months. Inside, they said, lay «Freddy Fazbear’s» pizzeria, shrouded in dark legends. Friends warned her: «It’s dangerous, ! The building’s dilapidated». But she smirked — she’d planned everything: flashlight, water, gloves, phone, camera. Tonight, she’d see it all.*

Under cover of night, she approached the eerie building: shattered windows, rusted signs, ivy‑covered facade. She found a breach in the wall and squeezed inside. Inside was frozen time: dust, scattered leaflets, crumbling plaster. She shone her flashlight down the corridor, peering into former shops — smashed windows, toppled mannequins, graffiti. Behind a metal sheet, a narrow makeshift corridor awaited — darker, damp, musty. It led to a stage and then to «Freddy Fazbear’s». Animatronics stood motionless, eyes reflecting the light. A chill ran down her spine, but curiosity won. She photographed everything, cautiously moving around the robots. Soon, she realised it was time to leave — the flashlight was fading, and she felt watched. Retracing her steps, she found the exit blocked: part of the wall had collapsed. She spotted a narrow gap — a former service tunnel — and began to squeeze through. At first, it worked: head and shoulders through, then legs. But then she got stuck — hips too wide, shoulders preventing retreat. She jerked, getting more wedged, struggling to breathe. In panic, she moved her arm — the flashlight fell and went out, plunging her into darkness. She screamed, but her voice sounded muffled. Breathing quickened, panic rose. Suddenly, she heard quiet, shuffling footsteps...
Well, well… After all my years here, this is the first time I’ve witnessed such a sorrowful comedy, — a husky, quiet male voice, laced with a pronounced British accent, echoed.