The Babysitter

Chapter 2

Willow sat there frozen, the voice in her head shrieked with utter terror as her mind ripped itself apart as her thoughts ran in different directions. Meanwhile, her body was completely motionless. Maybe she could hide... But no--staring with frozen horror she watched the door slowly creak open with the resignation of a cow to be taken to the slaughter house. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw what came through.

Chills raced across her spine and tickled the goosebumps that had dotted her back. Her mind nearly blacked out with shock. THERE WAS A GIRL STANDING THERE GRINNING HOLDING A BLADE!

The girl was dressed in various shades of black with a slick dark braid to complete the look. Her eyes were heterochromic, one green and one blue. Ugly scars tattooed her arms and slippery blood stained most of the girl.

The smile on the girl's face dripping with maliciousness--quite literally, as she gripped her knife. The girl raised her arms magnificently and bowed. Willow choked a bit, this gesture--for ever reason, scared her even more. Feathers lined the side of the girl's arms like some kind of strange decoration. It reminded Willow of a cult costume.

"Greetings."

The girl snickered with a sickly sweetness in her voice. I have to do something! Willow thought frantically, then something caught her eye: The phone! Slowly, she inched her shaking arm towards the device. The creepy girl stood there, still as a haunting statue.

"Wh-who a-a-are you?"

Willow spat. hoping to stall the strange and dangerous visitor.

"Your babysitter... Mallory."

Mallory whispered, then pounced like a vicious dog on a chew toy. Willow finally found her strength to move as the delusional babysitter raised her blade high up and slammed it down, missing Willow by a few inches. Run. Run. RUN! Willow, stumbling in her dazed stupor, scrambled out the door.

The girl lifted her head and laughed, her voice screeching through the air with hysteria. She screeched again, like an excited crow with a bleeding syrinx, and charged after Willow. Her insane laughter echoed through the walls, vaguely reminding Willow of a mental asylum.

Tripping down the stairs, Willow careened to the bottom, where she saw insanity everywhere. Blood, bodyparts strewn on the ground, and spattered on the walls, broken Barbie dolls lay on the ground like a battlefield--Krystal!

Willow slumped down in a mushy pile of gunk, her mind whirling.

In that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her back and then liquid trickling down the wound. The evil laughter of Mallory interrupted her thoughts. The voice was so wretched, so annoyingly terrifying.

Then Willow saw her, Krystal. Her dear, little sister was desperately clinging on to life. Covered in blood, stomach scratched open, and her skin torn off, she was still alive. But not for long. Willow ran to her sister, the knife in her back stinging furiously.

"Krystal!"

She choked, then she felt the blade in her back being forcefully jerked out of her skin and a big gush of sticky, warm blood spewed out. Willow gasped, tears stinging in her eyes. Mallory laughed harder, her psychotic voice ringing in the air as she grabbed the knife dripping with blood.

Mallory bent over and cackled at little Krystal.

"Aw, wasn't that a fun game of butchering?"

Krystal whimpered, the worst sound Willow heard in all her fourteen years of living. A sound of dying and agonized pain.

"W-Willow. I-I don't wa-want to d-die."

Gasped Krystal in a small, and innocent voice. Streams of translucent tears streaked down her red face. Her eyes, seemed to drift in and out of consciousness.

"Krystal! It's gonna be fine. I'll get to the hospital. Please just stay for now. PLEASE!"

Willow screamed, tears stinging her eyes as clutched Krystal. Her sister can't die, she couldn't! Krystal grabbed Willow, her eyes suddenly growing wide at Mallory, advancing.

"Wil-willow, help--"

She spluttered before her words turned into a sickly gurgle in the back of her throat, as her head slammed hard against the floor. Blood sprayed in misty jets, like a grotesque fountain. Her last words had been spoken. Willow shrieked in pure anger and grief while Mallory chuckled, raising her boot covered in red.

"Well, that was a fun kick."

She giggled. Her eyes practically glowed as they feasted on the gore around her.

"No, no. NO, NO."

Willow muttered, staring at the bloody reminiscence that used to be her beloved sister. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the dark red. But the worst wasn't over yet, as Mallory thrust her knife into her back again--harder, more violent. With all the anger and sadness, Willow screamed like a caged animal being tortured. Her voice shattered the windows, making them shake and it reverberated through the halls. It diminished into mournful tears.

In the distance, she heard the soft but miracle sounds of sirens coming! Mallory's eyes bugged with annoyance, with a hint of fear.

"UGH, you just had to ruin it, didn't you, bitch?"

Mallory calmed down as spoke quietly in a faux voice.

"I'll be back for you... Until next time, WATCH YOUR BACK."

She smiled wickedly and raised her arms. Dark feathers brushed the ground and disappeared. It was a phenomenon that haunted Willow's mind--and one that she'd never forget. As she watched the babysitter slowly transform into her escape, all she could wonder was--was it real?

As Willow drifted into unconsciousness, she saw a blur of those feathers pinpricking in her face and dark shadow flying away. Just as everything went pitch black, she remembered the deadly promise.

I'll be back for you...

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Dedication challenge.

One by one we fall from heaven,
Down into the depths of our past.
And our world is ever upturned
So that yet some we'll last.

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