Our Caretaker

Her Diary

I set the baby down and ran out of there, closings doors and locking the pink door. I didn't know if our Caretaker was here or not so I needed to leave. I climbed up the ladder and opened the trapdoor, grunting because of the burns. I then closed it, and locked it up. Running to our room, I fell and hit my head- it caused my head to bleed. I quickly ran to the bathroom and got some tissue, along with some to clean my burn. I got water on it and went back to our room. After some time, the bleeding stopped and I put the tissue under my bed.

I heard the car and I got up into my bed, and layed on my side. I covered up so I could take a nap, after all, what I saw down there was gonna give me bad thoughts. I closes my eyes and thought after 2 minutes I could sleep, but then I heard the door open, but the bell ringed. I ran downstairs, but slowly at the same time from soreness, along with the others. I had saw our Caretaker got a gift bag. She said, "Phoenix, you have proven yourself worthy of the item you selected." I didn't say anything.

I just grabbed the bag and looked at her.

She told me to open it in our room, and let us go.

I was shocked as I had gotten into trouble and she still brought me it. I opened it anyways, and there I saw the mask. The white mask that could let me befriend somebody.

I put it on, over my scars and nose. I grabbed another piece of glass off the floor and used it as a mirror. I looked, normal. For once, I didn't have to look at those horrible scars.

Scars...I thought. They reminded me of the fire once again. I couldn't bare to relive that moment.

I set down the glass, and the others looked at me. They wondered why I got the mask, but they decided to not say anything afterwards.

In the morning, we did the same routine as last weeks morning, and in our room.. I decided to talk to the others.

A tall, boy with black hair said his name was Micheal, and a girl my height with brunette hair said her name was Sadie. A young boy (about 7) said his name was Liam, and that's all I got out of all 6 people in the room. The others weren't bothered when I asked them.

I then told them about myself, about Benjiman, and about the punishment I had gotten. They asked about my scars, and I told them about the house fire.

They then began to talk to the others about me and then they introduced theirselves.
A boy my height, with blonde hair then said "My name is Roman, but for you it could be prince Roman and Princess Phoniex", he said. I scoffed and others laughed.

Another boy introduced himself as Solomon, and he had black dreads. He said hello and all to me. But then a girl approached. She was as tall as Micheal, and had a ponytail with brown hair. She said her name was Zoey, but call her Z for short.

After introducing theirselves, we decided to chat a little before bed- talking about things we would do if we weren't here.

After talking, we went to bed, and I fell asleep. Soon, I woke up and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, or close my eyes. I scanned the room for anyone awake to help me, but nobody. Nobody was in their bed. I scanned the room once more, and to my horror, I saw..

a ghostly figure, covered in blood.

She stood in the corner, just staring at me. Her eyes locking with mine. She then began to crawl on all fours, scurring around the room like a maniac. She reach the end of my bed, and grabbed my foot. She then used it to stand up. I looked at her, as she was standing over my bed. She put her hands on my stomach, standing on top of me. Her face was pale.

Her eyes were fully white, and she had on a nightgown with blood on it. Her hair was frizzy, black and covered in blood as well. She wasn't old, but wasn't a child either.

She then opened her mouth, and moved her neck towards my neck. She then bit my neck, and removed my skin. Blood pouring out. I couldn't speak, I was paralyzed.

My eyes watering, I let out a scream. I then squeezed my eyes shut as I woke up. I looked around, and everything was normal. No girl in the corner, everyone in their bed asleep, and our Caretaker still in bed aswell. I sighed of relief, as I was just expericing sleep paralysis.

It wasn't real, I thought.

I went back to sleep, and in the morning we did the same routine. Breakfast, and go back to our room, but this time our Caretaker said, "I need to go somewhere for a special occasion, do not open this door!"
She then slammed it shut, and got in her car.

She took off, and we were left alone. The others decided to play tag, but I didn't. Instead, I focused on our Caretakers room. I walked over, and opened her door, stepping inside.

The others saw what I did, but didn't say anything.

I walked around her room, and found nothing, but something peeked my interest. I found an open book on her nightstand. I read the cover as I flipped it. "My thoughts", I read. I turned to the first page and began reading.

"I have decided to adopt a child, as I want some company. Future me, how well is it going with a child?"

"Old me, I declare we get more children as I figured out I can treat them however I want!"

"I just adopted another child, and I am soon starting to get tired of them."

"Adopting 4 more children wouldn't hurt, right?"

"I've began drinking, I can't take it anymore. The children are enough for me to handle."

"I'M SORRY, OH I AM SO SORRY, I DIDNT MEAN TO JENNA, I DIDNT MEAN TO KILL YOU JENNA! IM SO SORRY"

"I'm sorry.."

"The children aren't listening to me anymore, I'm currently crying."

"Am I a bad mother..?"

"I've began to punish my children, they weren't paying attention to anything I said."

"Am I being too harsh?"

" I have made my children call me Caretaker instead of mom, as I don't feel like I a real mom."

"I killed someone, but their corpse is in the basement. No one will find it."

"Their face was so smooth, I couldn't help myself from cutting it off"

"I lost the face, worried my children will find it."

" I adopted a baby, but the children are too harsh, they might kill it."

"I've discovered another room in my 2nd basement, I will use it for my experiments."

"In the room, I made another room just for the baby."

"I go out every Friday for it, but today I also have to get one of children a white mask."

"She is a good child, but she just got punished, should I still get her it?"

"I got her the mask."

"Are my punshiments too harsh?"

"Am I a bad parent..?"