From the creator of the horror video game sensation Five Nights at Freddy's comes this pulse-pounding graphic novel adaptation of the bestselling trilogy's thrilling conclusion!
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From the creator of the horror video game sensation Five Nights at Freddy's comes the pulse-pounding conclusion to the bestselling trilogy! When a rash of kidnappings coincides with the opening of a new pizzeria in Hurricane, John reluctantly teams up with Jessica, Marla, and Carlton to solve the case and find the missing children.
The bestselling Freddy Files is back, now updated with 64 pages of new content! It's been a year since the horrific events at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and Charlie is just trying to move on. Even with the excitement of a new school and a fresh start, she's still haunted by nightmares of a masked murderer and four gruesome animatronic puppets.
Charlie thinks her ordeal is over, but when a series of bodies are discovered near her school bearing wounds that are disturbingly familiar she finds herself drawn back into the world of her father's frightening creations. Something twisted is hunting Charlie, and this time if it finds her, it's not letting her go. The book has been awarded with , and many others. Please note that the tricks or techniques listed in this pdf are either fictional or claimed to work by its creator.
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The laughter rose in pitch, growing louder and louder. John covered his ears with his hands as the piercing noise became unbearable. John jerked awake, his heart racing: the laughter went on, following him out of the dream. John sat up, rubbing his cheek where his watch had been pressing into it. He checked the time, then breathed a sigh of relief—he had just enough time to get to work.
He sat back, taking a moment to catch his breath. On the TV screen, a local news anchor was holding a mic up for a man dressed as a circus clown, complete with a painted face, a red nose, and a rainbow-colored wig. Around his neck was a collar that looked like it belonged in a Renaissance painting, and he was wearing a full yellow clown suit, with red pompoms for buttons. John closed his eyes, trying to blot it out: the vibrations resounded in his chest, filling him up, and amid the noise the sound of desperate laughter suddenly rang in his ears.
John shrugged, gesturing at the chaos around them. John hesitated. Just let me know if you change your mind. John watched him stride away.
Maybe that would be for the best. Now what? It was the foreman, shouting at him from the door of his standalone office, a trailer that had been brought onsite for the duration of the construction and sat precariously on a dirt ledge.
Moments later he was standing across a folding table from the foreman, the plastic wood-textured paneling barely holding to the walls surrounding him. Oliver smiled, unconvincingly. John dropped the smile, startled. Oliver sighed. I overlooked the fact that you walked off your last job and never came back. You know I took a risk on you? I think these are good guys out there, too.
Get out. The dressing-down had taken up the last few minutes of his workday; he helped Sergei put away some of the equipment, then headed to his car with a muttered good-bye.
John stopped. Sergei pressed. It was old and brownish-red, something that might have been cool in high school. He sat heavily, a plume of dust shooting out the sides of the car seat as he dropped onto it. His hands were shaking. The drive home should have been ten minutes; but the route he took was closer to half an hour, as it avoided driving through town.
Be a team player. For almost six months, he had been coming and going from home to work like a train on a track, stopping to buy food now and then, but not much else. He spoke only when necessary; avoided eye contact. He was startled when people spoke to him, whether they were coworkers saying hello, or strangers asking the time.
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