Somthing here seems foul... Somthing here just reeks of blood and suffering... Could it be these are echoing...of death? We'll see. In all my dreams I see... ...a maze of halls with bloody walls and countless scrawls reminding me:"IT'S ME!" Don't play these games... You've lost your fright! I'm armed with more than a light... And I'm surviving five nights! No phones.No screems.No more Just you and me,a gun or three,and nothing else between me and this door! You brings the fur...I'll bring the fight! Hey,Foxy!Come get a bite! 'Cause I'm surviving five nights!