'Ugh...' I groaned, opening my dark eyes after a pretty good sleep, only to take in nothing but the blackness of my room. Today was the day, and a big day it was too. Today was my first day (or rather, night) at work. It had been hard, finding a job. Ever since my husband, Jack, died on a mountain-climbing trip six months ago, I needed to find a job so I could support my two children, Rachel and Max.

My new work was as a night guard in a children's pizza place called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'. Now, I have never been very good in life- I failed my GCSE's and A Levels, and was jobless. But, even as a failure, it was actually easier than I anticipated, finding a job. They hadn't even bothered to interview me- I got the job the second I signed up for it! It was a bit suspicious, but what can I do? I need the job, after all.

The time was 11:30. I flicked on the lights, and groggily slipped into my clothes- some classic jeans and a grey jumper.

I had to be in the pizzeria by 12:00, and had to leave at 6:00. The only thing I had to do was look out for unwanted visitors who were looking for trouble.

I walked out of my room and entered the living room.

To my surprise, my fifteen year old Max was laying splayed on the sofa. The flickering lights of our old TV shone on his face, lighting it up in an almost eerie manner. Rachel was seated near him on the floor. The two were watching the original 1984 A Nightmare on Elm Street.

'Hello children,' I greeted, smiling kindly at them.

'Hi mom,' They quickly glanced at me, returned the smile, and went back to watching their movie, eyes glued onto the screen.

'It's late. You should be in bed,' I said.

'Please mom, it's really good! We promise we'll go when it's finished!' Rachel pleaded, looking at me with her big eyes.

'All right, but you won't be able to sleep at night,' I grinned.

'We know,' Max replied.

I opened the fridge to grab a snack, just in case I got hungry at work. As I grabbed a chocolate bar, my eyes quickly glanced at the screen. A particularly gory death scene was taking place at the hands of the notorious killer, Freddy Krueger.

I hate horror movies... too much for me... I thought to myself.

'Bye bye, you two. I'm going to work! And don't stay up too late- the pizzeria is just across the street, so I'll see if you two are still active when it's too late.'

'Bye mom!' Max and Rachel called out to me, waving and grinning. I smiled at the two cheeky rascals, then shut the door.

New workplace, here I come.