You are treading further towards the eerie pizzeria. Its large sign — which you assume to have once been a glorious, shining neon yellow — reads "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."

Somehow, the inside is even more grimy than the exterior. Everything is dimly lit and coated with a thick layer of dust. The checkered floor is cracked in an array of areas and cobwebs line almost every corner.

However, the stage, where 3 of the 4 main animatronics stand creepily, is the only thing that still looks pristine. The sheer size of the robots are enough to make your knees wobble.

You shake your head, remember what you came here to do: watch the cameras. Easy. Except, every small noise makes your heart send a spike of adrenaline through your limbs.

The trip towards the main office is a miserably tentative one. You were already embarrassingly terrified, but as you slowly slip into the office, the silhouette of a man causes you to shriek as you throw your flashlight directly into the back of his head.