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by mtndewhm*

posted 10 months ago tagged with tumblr, scary, illjustgo, outernet, getitbecauseinternet, funny

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The Babysitter A short scary story Hi, my name is Marie. I'm a 16 year old highschooler and...well...you know how that can be. Seriously, my high school is one of the worst places on Earth. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy hanging out with my friends and all, but it gets so stressful! I'm an honors student, so I have to deal with hours upon hours of homework, quizzes practically every day, and don't even get me started on the summer projects! It's freaking summer for petes sake! I should be allowed to relax by the pool, drink in hand, and forget everything I learned over the past school year. But no, they assign me......sorry. I'm getting off topic. So anyway, it was the summer after sophmore year and I was getting pretty pumped about summer break. I had finally just gotten my driver's license and was ready to not have to rely on my parents to drive me everywhere. Problem was, my parents expected me to pay for gas myself. I'd already spent all of my birthday money on a new iPod (my stupid brother broke my last one) and had about 18 dollors left in my piggy bank. I knew I was going to have to get a job if I wanted to start driving myself around. Luckily, I already had experience in babysitting from looking after my baby brother when my parents went out. I figured that this was the perfect way to earn a few bucks. I started off by calling a few of my neighbors and telling them I was available to babysit any time they liked. I eventually got a call back from Debbie, who had five kids (yikes!), asking me to babysit for 3 hours. Long story short, it was a success, and I received a decent amount of cash. Soon, I had plenty of parents from all over the neighborhood calling me to ask if I could babysit their kids. I racked up quite a lot of money and was able to drive myself anywhere I pleased. One day in early July, I got a call from a new couple who had just moved in across the street. Mr and Mrs. Pauley. They seemed pretty nice, although a bit odd. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but there was something a little...off...about the two. Anyways, they told me over the phone that they had two children: a little 1 year old girl named Katrina, and a 7 year old boy named Luke. They wanted me to babysit that night. While they were talking, I noticed yelling in the background. It sounded like a little girl, and I thought, Oh, great. The girl's gonna be crying the whole time I'm there. However, I accepted the offer anyway. Let's face it. I needed the money. That night, I arrived at the couple's house expecting to walk in and instantly be hit by a wave of screaming from Katrina. Surprisingly, when the parents answered the door, it was quiet except for the TV playing in the living room. I walked in, surveying the place. It seemed quite ordinary, apart from the bizarre painting of...well, I'm not sure what it was, really...hanging above the doorway. Everything was spotless, and a pleasant aroma was coming from the kitchen. "Thank you so much for coming, I know it must have sounded awful from the phone," Mrs. Pauley said. "Katrina was making such a fuss earlier. We've put her down, though, so you shouldn't have to worry about her." Thank God, I thought. Mrs. Pauley continued on to tell me that the emergency contact numbers were on the fridge and I should call if I needed anything. There were movies and board games in the living room for Luke, and if we got hungry there was a homemade lasagna on the counter. She finished off by telling me that her and her husband would be back around 11:00, and then they left. I've gotta say that the night was pretty uneventful. All Luke and I did was watch Disney movies. Whenever I tried to start up a conversation with him, he would quickly shush me and go back to the movie. Brat, I thought. 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