Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28299494-20160628152608

 Babysitter: “So you need me to come right now?”

 Parents: “Yes, we’re sorry for calling on such short notice but this is really urgent?”

 Babysitter: “Okay, I understand I’ll be there right away. What’s your address.”

 Parents: “3214, Alabama St.

 “This was surprising,” I thought. Alabama St. was right across the block so I think I can walk. So I walked to their house and was surprised to see that there was no car and the garage was open. I knocked on the door and was greeted with Rachel. Rachel was the girl that I babysat and was simply the sweetest thing. So we played 2 games (a matching game and a numbers game) and watched some tv. When it was time for dinner I made some broccoli and sandwiches. Rachel asked for some ice cream and, because she was so well behaved and ate all her dinner, I said yes. So I looked for a freezer and there wasn’t one in the kitchen. “Well maybe it’s in the garage.” I questioned. So I go in the garage door, which was in the kitchen, and was correct of the whereabouts of this freezer. I get the ice cream bucket and start to head out the door when I saw it. Another little girl with a wide smile, motionless staring at me through a window in the garage. It was creepy in a way, but I thought nothing of it when Rachel called me over. She asked me for nuts and told me those were in the garage. So I walked back into the garage, found the nuts, and saw the girl again with a different appearance. Her smile was wider and she looked as though she was wearing a red cape. She looked creepier this way, but I thought maybe she and was a neighbor that wanted to play just very flexible with her jaw.

 I went to Rachel and now she asked for M&M’s. I said yes and assumed they were in the garage like everything else. I didn’t find them and was going to ask Rachel where they were. I saw the little girl again, but this time was holding a knife dripping with blood, and her smile was almost to her ears. I ran back in the kitchen in a fright, only to find Rachel dead covered in a pool of her own blood. I called 911 then called the parents.

 Parents: “Yes, Is there a problem?”

 Babysitter: “Listen, I have no idea how it happened, but your daughter has been murdered.

 Parents: “You joking right?”

 Babysitter: “No, in no way am I joking, the police are here investigating.”

 Parents: “Okay, can you give us any idea on how it happened?”

 Babysitter: “All I can think of is that little girl behind the window of your garage, she was holding a bloody knife.



  Parents: “Did you say a window? Our garage has no windows, just a mirror.”  <ac_metadata title="The Babysitter(Previewed)"> </ac_metadata>