tick.tack.tick.tack. its the only sound you hear as you lay on your bed waiting for the clock to strick 12 and start your game of survival till 6:00am.talk about 5 nights of Freddy's type of crap.the chime of your digital clock makes you jump as you look around.once again in the familiar worn down room with the eerie quite atmosphere. the only sound you hear is the distant groaning, the sluggish sound of limbs being dragged on ground and snaping of sharp teethed jawsalright...here we go again
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