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Chuck E. Jesus is Dead

I was working late at Chuck E. Cheese's one night. I normally work from opening time to noon, but money was a little tight at the time, so I decided to go overtime. It was thirty minutes till closing time and at this point, I was already packing my work bag and getting ready to go. Out of nowhere, my boss pages me. He said that there was a crying girl in the arcade area, and he wanted me to take care of it. I was a little pissed that I had to deal with another kid right before closing time, but I figured if I'm actually going to get paid for my overtime, I may as well make myself useful. I got to the girl that my boss was talking about, and he really wasn't kidding. She was crying alright. Really loudly too. I'm surprised I didn't hear it from the front counter. I had asked her a few questions to get to know the situation, like "What's wrong?" and "Where are your parents?". I had found out that the reason this girl was crying was because she lost her parents and she thinks they might have left without her.

It was now about twenty minutes till closing, and I still had a situation on my hands. I really didn't know what to do to be honest, because I normally just take the money at the front desk and work birthday parties on occasion. So I paged my boss and asked him what I should do. He said that he had better things to do then deal with little girls, which why he asked me to take care of it. Great. Boss of the Year. Anyway, I had tried to find away to try to calm this girl down. I asked her if she had any contact information of any kind of her parents. After I explained to her what "contact information" was, she said that she might know her mom's phone number, but she wasn't too sure about exactly what it was. So I took her to the back room where the company phone was, since I didn't have my own phone at the time. She dialed a number on the phone and waited for someone to answer. No response. Then she tried the same number again. No response. Then she dialed a different number to see if that would work. No response. Now the girl had began to cry again, and I tried to calm her down by asking if there was another way of contacting her mom or dad. She said something that I had to hear a few times because it is really hard to understand someone when they're bawling their eyes out. I finally understood that she meant "no". So I just tried to calm her down once again by telling her that everything was going to be okay. That seemed to do the trick for the time being. After that whole mess, about twenty minutes had gone by. After calming her down, I took her back out to the main area to try to work this out with some of my co-workers. But when I walked out there, all the lights were off, and the all the games and kitchen stuff were turned off.

I quickly then came to the conclusion that my boss must have closed up shop without checking to see if I was still here. Great. The girl,of course, had another meltdown. I once again had to calm her down again by saying it will be alright, and all that cheesy nonsense. I went over to the front door with the girl to leave, because I thought that the door would open from the inside. It didn't. Then I went to see if maybe there was a chance that the boss had left a spare key on the counter. No luck. Then I went over to the backstage exit that led to an alley. Still no luck. Then I finally went to go see if the back door of the room me and the girl where in to call her parents was open. I still had no luck. Now I was getting a little freaked out that none of the doors where open. This freaked out the girl too, but she didn't cry. Thank god. Then I came to the conclusion that calling the police to bust us out would be a good option.

I called 911 and waited for the police to get to the place so we could just get out of there. They finally arrived about fifteen minutes later, with four other officers. I had told the whole story about how we got locked in here and how my boss told me to take care of this little girl's situation and all that. Well let me just say they were not happy to find out that my boss had left me and a little girl here with all the doors locked, and I have never heard of him working at Chuck E. Cheese's ever again. Anyway, they had called my boss over to the scene so he could get his keys at let us out. When my boss came, he was angry at first, but then calmed down pretty quickly based on the looks the police were giving him. He didn't even say anything or do anything except for get out his ring of keys and started trying to unlock the door. None of the keys were working. My boss started to panic, as if the cops were going to arrest him if he didn't get the key to work. He kept on trying and trying but he couldn't unlock the door. It was almost as if whoever locked the door last, had to be very strong... or something not human... The police then asked him why the keys weren't working, in a very assertive manor. He quickly replied with "I really don't know". The police then cooled off on my boss, and tried to figure out another way to get us out of there. One of the officers suggested that calling a locksmith would be good, but there were none that worked this late, since all the other stores in the area were closed too. Another officer insisted on shooting the lock the break it loose, but then my boss piped in and said that he wouldn't be able to lock up in the future nights if he did that, on top of the fact that he had to ask the company if he could use company funds to pay for a new lock on the door. The police then ran out of options. I saw him then whisper something in my bosses ear. I couldn't her them though, because I could barely hear the cop at full volume through the door glass, and he was having to almost yell to communicate with me. My boss then shrugged in an unsure way, then told the cop "Sure", then went back in his car and left. The police then told us we were going to have to... spend the night here... until they could get ahold of a locksmith to get us out. I was very critical on this, but the girl however, was very excited. She told me that this would be a fun thing to do to help us both calm down until morning, and that one night won't be so bad. She was wrong

After the police told us good night and left, me and the girl went back to the back room to find a comfy spot to sleep. She was going to sleep near the wall on the very left side of the room, while I was going to crash on the opposite side. The girl of course, wanted to go around and "explore". I quickly told her that we should just go to sleep so we could get this night over with, She was a little disappointed that she couldn't do what she wanted, but she still went to her spot to sleep anyway. There were no blankets or pillows in the room, so I just used my work bag as a pillow and just curled up in a ball to improvise. The girl was just going sleep with nothing to keep her warm besides the clothes she was wearing, which was fine by me. Right as I was about to fall asleep, I heard rustling noises from the dinning area. The girl was already asleep, so I didn't want to disturb her. I went out to the dining area and found one of the robots on stage, bent over near a table, as if he was grabbing something from the table. I didn't really think anything of this because I thought that maybe the robot just wasn't turned off. So I opened it up and and checked. What I saw made me freeze my tracks. The robot was in fact... off... it was off, but it was moving... This scared me quite a bit. So I just ran back into the back room without looking back. I wanted to go back to sleep right that instant, when all of a sudden I heard it again. But this time, it seemed louder, almost as if they were closer to the door I was in... I was too scared to go outside and see what it was again, so I quickly went on the computer and looked at the security cameras instead. What I saw was unbearable.

When I looked at the security camera in which it showed the backstage area, all the robots were gone.. and they were there when I went to go check that back exit earlier, so I know I wasn't going too crazy. Then I looked at the camera in which the dinning area was shown. The robot that had been bent over near the table was gone. No other robots were there. Then I looked in the arcade area and then the front counter area. No robots there either. I was very frightened. Where had the robots gone off to? Then I realized there was only one more camera to check.... which was the one that filmed the hallway that leads to the room I was in. I switched the camera to that one, and I almost had a complete heart attack. All of the robots were there.... standing straight up, and looking straight at the camera... they all had black empty eye sockets, and their hands folded in front of them, and their heads tilted a bit. I was screaming with complete horror at this point. The camera was also starting to turn to static. And after a few minutes of static, they screened turned into a a message written in a hellish font, with a hellish background. The message said, "Jesus is dead... and we are taking over as your god..." this instantly made me scream in horror, and there was a good chance that I could very well be going insane. I quickly then tried to wake up the girl too, to see if maybe she was going to be any help.

What happened after I taped her shoulder a few times, made me physically vomit and scream. the girl had now been... one of them.. black eye sockets... and a smile of evil on her face. Then she stood up and now she was in the exact same position as the robots. She was one of them... It was all making sense. Why she had taken so long to use the phone. That must have given the robots enough time to lock all the locks permanently. Why she was crying in the middle of the place saying she lost her parents. She had been leading me up to this very moment.. I was also wondering if maybe my boss was involved in this whole thing too... maybe he was.. one of them... Then, the robots came marching in, with their black empty sockets and evil grins. They were coming straight for.... me. I was not going to do this. This has been a very traumatic experience. The robots turn out to be Satan's minions, and so was the girl, who had led me up to getting to this moment. I could not take it... their faces... their... eyes... I didn't want to live with this. I then got up and made a huge break for it. I got through one of the robots, but another had got straight by the arm and was holding me there for a while. He then finally let go of my arm, but then all of the robots had circled around me, with the now demonic girl, in the middle. They all held hands except for the girl who had been staring at me from about three feet away from me. Everyone, including the girl, said this sentence in the most demonic voice I've ever heard in my life. They said "We... Are..... God..." and kept repeating this sentence over and over. This was it. This was all I was going to take. I could not handle this anymore. I quickly then made a break for it again. I went through one of the robots' legs, and he tried to grab at me to stop me from going. Then after I busted through the door, I was running as fast as I possibly could all the way to the front door. I had remembered the door was locked. I could hear the robots saying "We... Are..... God..." as they were getting closer to me. Without caring about what my boss would say, I took my elbow, and whammed it across the glass. The glass broke, and I was free to jump out and leave. So that's exactly what I did,

Later the next morning I was suffering extreme bone shatter in my elbow from the glass, not to mention my absolute horrifying memories of that night. I went to the hospital after it looked like about dawn. The doctors said that they needed to do a few surgeries on my elbow, and I'd be just fine. It was after my first surgery when I was in my hospital bed, when one of the nurses said I had a visitor. I told her that she could let whoever it was in. I thought maybe it was my mom or dad, but it wasn't. It was my boss. He came to say he was sorry about the whole incident with me and the girl being locked inside the place, having very little information about my traumatizing experience in hell. He didn't ask me how I got my shattered elbow, which was good because I really didn't want to get into the story. He then left me with my very last pay check from Chuck E. Cheese's I would ever receive. The envelope he gave me had my check for my weekly pay, plus the overtime I worked that day, and a note. The note said:

"Jesus is dead... and we are taking over as your god..." 