*By Chandra Gupta

You can tell quite easily this is a daycare. Half of the classroom was a giant play area while the other had tiny chairs for learning and eating. This is most certainly a death trap, you need to get out of here as quickly as possible. Running to the door, you can see action figures and wooden blocks strewn across the brightly colored carpet. You're almost at the door when it suddenly swings open revealing a janitor about to clean the room for the next day. His giant boots stop closer and closer towards you and just when you think your dead, the toes bash into you sending your body across the floor. The janitor stops in his tracks and peers over at your winded body. Confused, he bends down to pick you up, his fingers are too tight and prevent you from protesting or giving any signs of life for that matter. The man chuckles to himself, clearly, this was just another toy that got left out.

         Gathering up the rest of the mess on the floor, he dumps it and you into the large plastic toy bin. Its walls are too high and no matter how much you shout, the janitor doesn't hear a thing. You spend the rest of the night among the toys waiting for morning. When it finally does arrive, the room is surrounded by chaos. Kids spanning from 2-4 come running inside followed by a hot teacher. You brace yourself as the bin is pulled out into the open and dozens of pudgy hands swoop in grabbing at the toys. You think you're in the clear as the hands start to die down until one of them wraps firmly around your waist. As it pulls out, you see that the owner is: