They looked at each other like I was crazy, like anyone would. However, they assured me that they would have the police department look into it. After investigating the police found nothing, no blood. No broken glass, no foul smells. No Alex and all the animatronics were in their proper places. It's been almost a month. Alex was never found. My aunts and uncles still cry their eyes out every day. My parents don't even talk to me. But what kills me the most is knowing the evils that are inside of that place, that family oriented place. And that even if I told anyone what happens, they would think I'm crazy. I can't prove what happened to Alex. But I know that whatever happened to those fucking robots and everything to do with it.