Night 1 Hello? Hello? Hi, I’m Phone Guy! Pleasure to meet you! I’d like to leave a few quick words- Freddy’s friends can get a bit active… -blah blah blah, that’s completely absurd… Bonnie! Freddy! Time to get ready! Midnight already? Time to play! Hey, I heard they hired a new guy! And it’s his first day! I’ll try out all the cameras to see what they do. Let’s check the animatronics- -did one of them just move? Don’t be dumb! That’s insane! Look, they’re standing all the same. Except for one… Could it be…? Bonnie’s staring right at me? What’s that sound? It seems to be screaming… Everything’s seeming slightly strange… Let’s say hi! He seems a bit jumpy… How do these cameras change?! They’re heading here just to eat me! Like juicy flesh …show more content…
And why's he tied up? What's that sound in my ear? It's cause the music box stopped! Chica?! Oh dear! Watch out! He's coming for you! Good thing this door can be LOCKED- Got nowhere to run, and I've got no place to hide! Got no chance to fight or even pray! He's got to be stopped! He's too destructive to live! MRRRM-MMM-MMUGHH-MMRRM! What did he say? He said, "Watch out for the fan!" A little help would be great! My face is about to be filleted! Look! The Puppet is here to send him back to the crate! Hey! Look out for your strings! Ooh... Too late... Night 4 Is it true? Are they back? Am I going mad? One mistake's all it takes, and this may go bad! No one's there! No one's there! No one- is somebody there? Four more hours left for me to stall! Why's that furbag sneaking down the hall? No one's there. Someone's there! Wish I could say someone's/no one's there! I'll fill the void with noise Just focus on me! Something's breathing out beyond the door! Hey, it's me, I swear we've met before! I don't care. No one's there! Where'd Foxy go? He's in there! Hurry guys, I think I'm losing ground! Why's my closet making pirate sounds?! Please come save us! Springtrap's gone insane! (Unintelligible pirate
"Sir please don't! You won't be of any help there." But the man didn't care anymore about the maid words and rushed to the door and just when he was about to open it, an old voice came from inside the room:
I also ran into Peter (017) who forgot his bag in Battelle. I literally did not hear a sound. It is so quiet on the first floor. I think many people left for the weekend. I stopped by Marisa's room (213) and found Rachel Nitchman (214), Kristin (219), Marisa (213), Kenzie who were getting stressed out by their songs for EKT.
As they were walking them home, Bob and Randy pulled up and demanded the girls to get in the car, all while they were all intoxicated. The girls leave with their boyfriends and Pony and Johnny walk home. When pony arrives home he enters into an argument with Darry. Darry slapped Pony and he ran away with Johnny to the park, meanwhile, the Socs pull up starting trouble and a fight breaks out. Johnny pulls out a switchblade from his back pocket and stabs Bob because the five Socs were drowning Pony in a fountain.
“If anyone jumps in here I will go for him. It hammers in my forehead; at once, stab him clean through the throat, so that he cannot call out; that’s the only way; he will be just as frightened as I am; when in terror we fall upon another, then I must be first. ”(Pg.
"It turns out, the nothing was something. It was death. His death. And it was quiet, almost silent. The last thing the man heard was a bit of a "whoosh" coming from behind his left ear.
You can’t even get up! You can’t even come near me!’ ‘I’ll kill you if you don’t shut up.’ ‘You see! Kill me!
His sweating face is emphasized in this close-up static shot, the low-key spotlight focusing upon the man’s face. He starts the recording device, hinting at a confession as the clip ends as the extra-diegetic music fades, leaving the viewer with even more questions. These shots and their components work together to follow the man's journey to his aforementioned confession place, each revealing more about the man and contributing to the level of urgency and secrecy that he exudes. The clip itself casts mystique upon both the man and the
Where there were voices, there was escape. "HELP!" I shouted, hoping they would hear me. "Holy shit there's a person down there!" a feminine voice exclaimed.
8:01 AM; I’ve got just enough time to finish the last question on my history homework before the first bell rings. I was weaving my way through the crowd on my way to the library when my friend Josh interrupted my plan. He dragged me over to him saying, “Ty! Ty! I’ve got to tell you something.”
‘’Are you afraid of ghosts, milk boy?’’ he asked. He never got the chance to answer. The stranger did that for him. ‘’No, of course you don’t, or you wouldn’t have come here.
The door creaks open, I see them, two men… they look so tasty. They’re picking me up and dragging me down the hall. We finally stop, I hear another door open, I look up and the only thing in the room is a table tilted at a seventy-five degree angle. They are pinning me against the table, please speak up, you’re never this quiet.
There was a knocking at the door. Already! He sat as still as a mouse, in the futile hope that whoever it was might go away after a single attempt. But no, the knocking was repeated. The worst thing of all would be to delay.
The editing used in this scene is very effective in adding pressure to the scene. Quick cutting between scenes emphasises the fast pace of the action whilst back and forth cuts from the control room to are used to heighten tension. Additionally, clever editing is used to mask the fact that the same plane is shot down several times by showing the footage from different angles. The soundtrack for this scene consists of fast-paced action music to further raise tension.
Water drips out of the faucet in the corner. I open the a cabinet, but there are only more cobwebs. Anxious to get out of this place, I start to walk back to the door and exit, but stop dead in my track. My heartbeat increases as I intently listen to a hard pounding noise, that appear to be getting louder by the second. Bang, Bang, Bang.
A Former Prisoner. I can hear silence. It is pitch black except for the faint light ray, piercing through the closed glassy window. At least, I am free of these shackles now. The shackles set by my over-protective, over-scrutinizing parents that deteriorated with time.