Child Care

for anyone who is wondering, this story is by me. It was inspired by the classic baby sitter story but I wanted to add a twist, but Scaryforkids cut it short, because the story was quite long. For anyone who is wondering, here is the official, uncut version of the story!

16 year old Sarah was babysitting the 3 kids of the Peterson family. They always hired her because the kids really seemed to like her. One night the parent were going out for a diner and a movie and asked Sarah to babysit the kids. She gladly accepted, as she loved the kids. They were very enthusiastic yet always listened to her, which made them easy to babysit. After the parents left, she offered the kids to watch TV. As the kids were mesmerized in Sponge-bob, the screen went black with red letter scrolling down reading “AN EMERGENCY HAS BEEN DECLARED! MURDERER ZACHARY WHITMAN HAS ESCAPED FROM ALCATRAZ! HE IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND IS ARMED WITH A BLUNT HATCHET! HE IS 6’6, CLAIMED TO HAVE SPIKY HAIR AND A RASPY VOICE! YOU ARE ADVISED TO LOCK ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS AND TAKE EVERY PRECAUTION! THE POLICE ARE CURRENTLY SEARCHING FOR HIM, BUT HAVE NOT RECEIVED ANY SIGHTINGS! THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT!”

The kids started to panic, as they lived on Lombard St., not far from the island. Sarah even started to worry too. In order to keep the kids calm, she told them to go to sleep. After the kids were in bed and asleep, she decided it would be best to watch the news, in case they gave any updates on the murderer. After about 15 minutes of homework, a news bulletin came up. The announcer said “Zachary Whitman has been claimed to been seem on Lombard St. Residents are advised to take every precaution in order to keep their house secure.” Now Sarah started to get really worried. She pushed the glass coffee table in front of the door. She still kept the news on in case there were any more updates on his location.

About 15 minutes later, the phone rang. Sarah picked it up in case it was the parents checking on them. “20 minutes” said a raspy voice. CLICK! Sarah thought it was just the troublesome teenage neighbours. They had prank called the house before. 5 minutes later the phone rang again and Sarah picked it up “15 minutes until you meet me” said the same voice. CLICK! Sarah started to worry a bit, as the neighbours never prank called her twice on the same night. Then all off a sudden another news bulletin. “It has been confirmed that the entire Farmer family has been killed.” Sarah didn’t even listen to the rest. She knew that the Farmers were the neighbours with the naughty teenagers. She looked out the widow. There were at least a dozen police cars on the street. She went up and checked on the kids, just to make sure they were OK. Still fast asleep. 5 minutes later the phone rang again. “10 minutes, Sarah. Just 10 more minutes” said the same voice as before. Sarah was scared now. The neighbours didn’t know her name. “What do you want?!?!” she shouted. “Your blood. All over me”. Sarah slammed down the phone. She was shaking is fear. She quickly dialled 911. “911 what your emergency?” said a nice sounding operator. “Hello. I think Zachary Whitman is trying to contact me over the phone! Can you please help me?” Sarah said in a panicked voice. “Listen, we have been getting many calls like this over the past few minutes, and most of them have been proven false.” said the operator in a sad voice. “PLEASE! I’m begging you!” pleaded Sarah. “OK. We will trace your calls to see where they are coming from. Just promise me you aren’t lying honey, OK?” said the operator. “I promise! Thank you so much!” Sarah said and hung up the phone. Sarah checked every lock on the house to make sure they were locked. After 5 minter of waiting, the phone rang. She didn’t want to pick it up, but she knew she had to for 911 to know where it was coming from. “3 minutes, Sarah. You ready?” Sarah didn’t ever listen to half the words before she slammed the phone down. Just then 911 called. “SARAH! WE’VE TRACTED DOWN WHEN THE CALL IS COMING FROM! ITS COMING FROM ANOTHER PHONE LINE IN YOUR HOUSE! GET OUT OF THERE! NOW!” Sarah sprinted for the door. Just then she remembered that she put the coffee table there. After 3 minutes of pushing, a door upstairs opened, revealing a shadow of a tall man with spiky hair holding a hatchet on the wall. “Times up, Sarah” Sarah didn’t care about the coffee table anymore. She smashed the glass coffee table with her shoe and ran out the door, where 3 armed police men were standing.

Sarah was relieved that she was outside. She was safe as long as she was with the officers, but them something hit her. Were the kids OK? When the police officers dragged Zachary’s down the stairs, she saw that he was covered in blood. She prayed it was the neighbours. When they let Sarah upstairs so the police officers to check for evidence, she was puzzled when she saw the kids were is the same position as when she checked on them before. When she pulled back the sheet, she was horrified to see that each of the children’s torso had been violently been hacked open with one clear whack of the hatchet. Sarah started to cry, she loved those kids, and they were dead partially because of her. The police told her it wasn’t her fault and it would be best if she went home. As she was about to get in her car, she went over to the police car to see them take Zachary away to make sure he was gone. Just as the police were about to close the door, Zachary said something, “See you later, Sarah” he said as he looked at her with and evil smile, then closed the door and the car drove away, out of sight.

Sarah walked over the car still a bit shaken from the events and Zachary’s words in the car. About halfway through the ride home, another news bulletin came up on the radio. She thought it was about them capturing Zachary, but no, it was far, far worse. “Reports say that the car carrying Zachary Whitman back to Alcatraz has been found with both police man dead by a clear incision down the torso. Zachary Whitman was not found in the car and is believed to have escaped for another murder rampage. “It’s OK.” she told herself. “He doesn’t know where I live. I’ll be just fine”. As she went in the elevator up to her apartment, her legs were shaking like mad. “It’s OK! I will be OK. The doorman wouldn’t let a murdering psycho in, right?” she told herself, with an uneasy chuckle. When she was about to enter her apartment, she noticed the door was a crack open. She told herself she just didn’t close it all the way when she left. When she walked inside, she was horrified to see a bloody hatchet on the floor. Just when she was about to close the door and lock it, the phone rang. “Times up, Sarah…” said a raspy voice…