Ataraxia : A Short Story Collection

Sleep tight ~

Babysitting never paid too much. But whenever the Richmonds asked me to babysit, I went home a rich girl. The Richmonds were a wealthy family that owned around five hospitals and many others businesses within the city. I have been working as a babysitter for them since their older girl was twelve.

They had two daughters whom I adored. Their older daughter Gabrielle was fifteen, and their younger daughter Xeraphina was six.
They usually paid me fifteen hundred dollars every time I babysat them. So, when they asked me to babysit the girls on a Friday evening, I was overjoyed.

Their girls were absolute angels. I mean it, they are both named after angels. They were sweet girls who did as told. They never gave me any trouble and, I got paid to play with them. So, I happily agreed though I'd rather be at the club with my friends.

It was around nine o'clock. The fire was sizzling, brightening up the cozy and huge living room. It was dark outside as it was away from the city. Gabrielle; Gabby was on the couch scrolling through her phone while, Xeraphina; Xera was on the floor playing.

I sat and watched little Xera play until she stood up and walked to the mantle. She picked up a little porcelain Angel and came back, setting it over her three hundred dollar dollhouse.

Just as I was about to go and warn her about the fragile porcelain statue, Gabby interrupted.

"It's alright," she said, eyes glued to the screen. "She's allowed to play with it."

"But, what if she drops it? Won't you're parents be mad?" I was puzzled.

"No... Xera has been obsessed with angels since the day she found out it's the meaning of her name. Daddy does anything to please her. That angel was a present." Not once did Gabby's eyes leave the screen.

I sighed. It was pretty cute. I looked at the time and realized it was way past Xera's bedtime.

"Xera! Come on, let's tuck you into bed. Wish your sister good night!" I said as I picked up the porcelain doll and put it back on the shelf.

"Alright!" she said with a grin as she went and kissed her sister's cheek. Then she called my name.

"Leslie?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" I squatted down to her level.

"Can we go and wish the angel outside, too?" she asked.

"What angel?" I asked, confused. I went and peeked outside the window. There it was, a giant angel statue about 6 feet tall on an 8-foot tall pedestal.

"I didn't see that on the way in," I muttered. It was right on the grass by the main entrance.

"Daddy must have bought it," Gabby said. She got up and peeked outside too. "That thing looks creepy."

I agreed.

"Uh... not now, Xera. It's gotten dark outside. But, you can wish her through the window," I said with a smile. I held her hand and led her to bed while Gabby went back to her room instead.

Three hours later, my phone rang.

"Mrs. Richmonds!" I greeted as I stared at the television.

"Hi, Leslie! Just checking in!" a cheery voice said.

"Oh, the girls are asleep," I said. I just hoped Gabby was asleep.

"Okay, great! I'm so sorry we're running a little late, Les. Could you stay a little overtime? We'll add to the pay."

I happily agreed. But then, I remembered something I had forgotten to ask.

"Uh, Mrs. Richmonds, can I cover the angel statue on your front lawn? It's creeping me out," I asked.

It really was creepy. It stood six foot 5 inches tall on an 8-foot pedestal. The wings attached to her back folded downwards and, her eyes were closed shut in prayer with her palms joined together. The angel carved in stone; sounds like the title of a horror movie.

There was some murmuring amongst the Richmunds before Mr. Richmond grabbed the phone and spoke.

"Leslie? Take the girls and RUN. We'll call the cops," he stated, scared. "We're on our way back."

"Huh?"

"We don't own an angel statue," he said. I was horrified. No wonder I never saw it coming in. I quickly agreed and cut the call before running upstairs to get the girls.

I knocked on Gabby's door and told her to grab her things as there was an intruder. Then in Xera's room, I carried the sleeping girl in my arms before running out.

Gabby was scared. She was just a fifteen-year-old girl. I told her it was an intruder, which was probably only half true. We ran out the door and into my car. Xera was asleep while Gabby was shivering.  I pulled them closer to me and looked outside the window.

The statue was gone. The pedestal remained but, the angel was gone.

 I was beyond terrified.

About three minutes later, we heard sirens. I heaved a sigh of relief.
 
The cops raided and house and did a thorough search.

"Clear!" they had said.

The parent told them about the Angel statue and, I just stood outside. Gabby ran to her parents and embraced them.

"Oh," she muttered before falling asleep again. Her dad picked her up from my hands and asked me to go home as it had been a terrifying night.

I agreed and wished them goodnight.

The ride back was dark and steep. My headlights brightened up the dark road slowly. My heart was still racing but, I tried to calm myself down.

I looked into the rear-view mirror to adjust it and suddenly screamed. There she was, the angel.

The car suddenly swerved off-road and crashed into a tree. The door fell and, my head hit the steering leading to a blaring horn.

The headlights kept flashing and, blood dripped from my forehead as I drew my final breath and heard the last words I ever would.

A soft and raspy voice cooing -

"Sleep Tight..."

A/N
Hey guys!! How y'all doing?

Wasn't feeling very inspired to write. Hence, the absence lol

This is my entry for WattpadCreepypasta  September contest about an angel statue lol

NUMBER OF WORDS - 1000

So, do vote, comment, and share!

Luvs,
Felicity

P.S. I HATE YOU MID TERMS! I HATE YOUUUU!!!!! *shakes my fists angrily*