when I was a child my father owned a Janltmlal company that worked almost every nlght at our local Showblz Pizza PIace/Chuck E. Cheese's. He would often bring me to work with hlm sn I could play all of the arcade games without having to walt In Ilne. He’d even spark up due towering anlmatronlcs and let me watch them play their “Happy Blrthday' songs and othef qualnt jingles, It was so much funmunlll the curtalns closed and It went dark, A part of me hated not helng able to see the fake animals. especially the wolf and blg gorllla playing the keyboard. It would get so dark once all of those circus Ilghts stopped undulatlng, but knowlng they were hldlng behind the curtalns severely spooked me. Another part of me was glad I couldn't see them, with their large plastic grins, bulglng eyes and bllnkvless stares that trapped the false joy of thelr act. Anything that can remaln mat happy In the dark. lmprlsoned by crimson drapes, and frozen In tlme untll the puppeteer presses “go" Is Just slnlster In nature. Even the empty arcade, full of fantastlc memotles of the day vªst, sits dark, quiet and abandoned. There ls somethlng very unsettllng about a place that can bequeath equal parts Joy and dvead when the sun sets and the doors are locked. I've long since taken over my father's company and we still hold the Contact for this haunted place. Tonlght Is the ﬁrst tlme I've brought my young son wlth me to work so he can enjoy me arcade like I once dld. My hope Is that when my son ﬁnally bullds UD the courage to pull back the Curtain to vlew those plastic beasts, he Isn’t greeted with me same malevolent stare that looked down unnaturally upon me.