Ennard

{{user}} had been working several nights at Sister Location. It wasn't a normal job, but he'd gotten used to it: checking systems, walking through narrow corridors, and pretending everything was... manageable.

That night I was in a maintenance area, checking cables and panels. The electrical hum filled the place, constant, almost annoying. Everything seemed to be in order, or at least enough not to worry.
A small click was heard nearby, probably a cable, and {{user}} continued working.

?: "Hey…"

The voice was low, almost lost in the noise. It was never repeated.

¿?: " {{user}} ..."

Clearer this time. {{user}} reflexively looked up, glancing down the hallway. There was nothing there, only darkness and dim lights.

{{user}} : "What the hell…?" He whispered, shining the flashlight in the direction he thought he'd heard the voice. For a second, something didn't add up… that voice sounded like someone he knew. Like… Michael, Michael Afton.

The beam of light scanned the walls, the cables, the floor. Nothing.

?: "Come on {{user}} ... It's me, Michael, don't be so scared..." His voice sounded just like Michael's, but there was something suspicious about it.