User:KingFinn

My scary story begins back when I was twelve years old. I was babysitting two little girls for my next store neighbor every night while the mother worked. Not so scary, right? Except for the fact that none of the house windows locked at all. In spite of this, I still felt safe knowing my family was a stones throw away, so I agreed to watch watch them on a regular basis.

There was one night where the mother left me in charge of her two daughters, as well has her friend’s daughter and a rebellious bratty eight year old. I told the parents I could handle it, locked the doors behind them and got the girls entertained in a puzzle in the front room. Kelby, the boy was in the back playroom with the door shut, mad at me because I wouldn’t allow him outside.

It was about two hours later, after the sun had set and the darkness was upon us that I heard a door in the back of the house open. That’s strange, I thought. It hadn’t sounded anything like the sound the poorly fitting playroom door makes.

“Kelby?” I hollered.

No response.

I wandered into the kitchen where I could view the back door as it was flying open. Kelby had spent the whole night prior trying to pester me, so I thought this was just one of his tricks. It was at that moment, when I glanced to the playroom door and noticed it was STILL CLOSED, that I started to panic.

My eyes flickered back in fear just in time to watch the screen door slamming shut. And I realized that earlier that day, I had locked both deadbolts and the screen door FROM THE INSIDE.

Kelby had never opened the door.

Someone else had been in the house with us.

I did the only thing I could think of and called my mom, who promptly came over with…*drumroll please*

a pair of scissors for protection.

Oh and to make things worse? The grandpa of these kids had died in that home, and I swear it was haunted. I’d wake up during the middle of my babysitting shift (I babysat from 4PM to 2AM) and things would literally be moved from where I last left them. “Jack” as a ghost apparently liked to move things around and turn the TV and radio on and off. I could even hear him walking over the creaky floorboards at the exact same time every night – 2:30 sharp. I eventually quit babysitting there, that place gave me the creeps!