Five Nights At Freddys Afton Family

After my parents passed away, Uncle Mike took me in. When greedy relatives tried to snatch away my inheritance, he chased them off with a kitchen knife. “As long as I’m here, nobody lays a finger on this girl!” Aunt Rachel doted on me, calling me her precious baby and making me nutritious meals every day. My cousin Pete secretly slipped me pocket money and made sure to pick me up and drop me off at school, afraid I might get bullied. The neighbors all said I was lucky and to repay their kindness someday. On graduation day, I cooked them a lavish meal to show my appreciation. Every dish was laced with rat poison. I didn’t spare a single soul, not even the neighbors. I killed them all!

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

My parents, the wealthiest couple in the country, were famous philanthropists. I had to ask them for permission if I wanted to spend more than five bucks. The day I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I asked them for 100 dollars, but instead of helping, they yelled at me for three hours. "What kind of disease could you get at your age? If you're going to ask for money, at least come up with a better excuse." "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? Your sister is more sensible than you." I dragged my sick body for miles, back to the small basement I called home. But as I passed the mall, I saw my parents, live on a huge screen, spending a fortune to rent out Disneyland for my sister. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hundred dollars wouldn't even cover one round of chemotherapy. I just wanted to buy a new outfit and leave with some dignity.

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.

Johan Aditama dan Anggita Zakiyah, kakak beradik yang harus menerima pahitnya kehidupan dengan meninggal nya orang tua mereka. Kini mereka tinggal bersama om Agung dan bi Lina. Seiring berjalannya waktu, perusahaan peninggalan orang tua Johan yang dipegang oleh om Agung mengalami masalah. Hal itu memaksa Johan harus berlatih menjadi pemegang perusahaan. Di bawah didikan om Agung dan para sahabatnya, Johan dan Timnya berlatih. Di tengah kesibukan latihan mereka, terungkap fakta tentang penyebab kematian orang tua mereka, yang menyeret om Ferdi sebagai tersangka. Sebuah bukti ditemukan Johan dari om Ferdi tentang pelaku sebenarnya. Tetapi dalam membongkar kedoknya, Johan harus kehilangan banyak orang yang ia cintai. Mampukah Johan dan Anggita beserta Timnya itu membongkar siapa pelaku sebenarnya,?.

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

Tumbal Purnama Di sebuah desa terpencil, keluarga muda Lila dan Bima mencoba menjalani hidup damai bersama bayi mereka, Arga. Namun, kedamaian itu hancur ketika mereka menyadari bahwa Arga menjadi target kutukan tua yang telah menghantui keluarga Bima selama beberapa generasi. Kutukan ini berasal dari perjanjian gaib yang dibuat oleh kakek buyut Bima, meminta tumbal bayi di bawah dua tahun setiap bulan purnama sempurna. Ketika tanda-tanda gaib mulai muncul, bayi menangis tanpa sebab, bayangan bergerak sendiri, dan suara bisikan di malam hari, Lila dan Bima terpaksa menghadapi teror yang mengancam keluarga mereka. Dengan bantuan seorang pria misterius bernama Pak Gana, mereka menggali asal-usul kutukan dan menemukan bahwa pohon tua yang disebut Pohon Leluhur adalah portal antara dunia manusia dan makhluk gaib. Namun, menghancurkan kutukan tidaklah mudah. Mereka harus menjalani ritual berbahaya di bawah bulan purnama, menghadapi makhluk-makhluk gelap yang haus akan tumbal. Dilema moral pun muncul—apakah mereka rela menyerahkan Arga untuk menyelamatkan diri, atau mempertaruhkan segalanya untuk menghentikan kutukan selamanya? Di tengah ancaman gaib dan pengkhianatan tersembunyi, cinta dan keberanian mereka diuji hingga batas terakhir. Meski ritual berhasil menghancurkan Pohon Leluhur, mereka segera menyadari bahwa kutukan itu tidak sepenuhnya hilang—hanya menunggu untuk bangkit kembali. Tumbal Purnama adalah kisah mencekam tentang kutukan turun-temurun, rahasia kelam keluarga, dan perjuangan untuk melawan takdir yang mengancam generasi masa depan.

Dewi selalu percaya Ayahnya sudah meninggal dalam sebuah kecelakaan. Namun sebuah busur panah tua yang diwariskan membuka rahasia lain—pesan tersembunyi, kode-kode aneh, dan bisikan: “Ayahmu tidak hilang. Dia disembunyikan.” Sejak hari itu, hidup Dewi berubah. Dari pasar Belilas hingga jalanan Pekanbaru, bayangan selalu memburu. Dua pria asing, pesan misterius di ponselnya, hingga wajah Ayah yang muncul sekilas hanya untuk menghilang lagi—semua menggiringnya pada satu kebenaran: Rizal Rahman bukan sekadar seorang ayah, tapi agen yang membawa rahasia besar. Setiap langkah membawa Dewi ke dalam pusaran konspirasi—antara proyek pembangunan negara, oligarki yang rakus, dan jaringan intelijen bawah tanah. Ia dipaksa menjadi pion, lalu perlahan sadar: dirinya adalah kunci. Di tengah pelarian bersama ibunya, Dewi harus belajar membedakan siapa kawan dan siapa lawan. Sebab musuhnya tidak selalu datang dengan senjata; kadang mereka berdiri tepat di depannya, tersenyum seolah sahabat. Apakah Dewi akan berhasil menemukan Ayahnya—atau justru terjebak dalam permainan yang dirancang untuk menghancurkan keluarganya sejak awal?

After my rebirth, I avoided my family and my boyfriend like the plague. When they tried to throw me a birthday party, I faked an urgent business trip to dodge it. When my parents pleaded with me to move back, I secretly bought my own house that very night. When my boyfriend popped the question, I spun on my heel and married someone else. In my previous life, my sister and I were swept away in a raging flood. By sheer luck, a jagged tree branch snagged my clothes, saving me from the depths, but my sister drowned in the merciless current. My parents, consumed by grief and rage, gripped my throat and screamed, "If it weren't for you, Andrea would still be alive!" My boyfriend acted like it was no big deal, offering half-hearted comfort before we tied the knot. But on our wedding anniversary, during a family cruise, they cornered me on the deck and shoved me overboard. "Time to taste drowning yourself!" they hissed. It turned out they had never gotten over Andrea's death. My boyfriend had never forgotten about her. When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself back on that fateful day. This time, I vowed to live for myself, reclaiming the joy they'd stolen from me.

I was a washed-up singer, but my wife forced me to attend a divorce variety show. I tried my best to earn money for the family, but on the show, she said that I was worthless. She even got to know the son of an affluent family. She called the guy babe and went to his room whilst wearing seductive clothes. I couldn't stand it anymore and tried to stop her, but she cursed, "You're just a useless piece of garbage! You can't even afford to buy me a decent bag. I thought your earnings would improve over the years, but your earnings are still nowhere near enough. Why can't I pursue the happiness I want? Get out of my sight!"