Dead Air - A Collection of Horror Stories

The Babysitter

The first thought that came to my mind as I stepped over the polished plywood threshold was that these people were filthy rich.

Everything about the house was overly elite and sophisticated. Embroidered family photographs, Mexican lampshades, a crystal coated mantelpiece and all other fancy crap that made me highly suspect that these people might be drug dealers.

"Please make yourself at home." Mrs Talbot smiled at me after showing me around the house. I was appointed as a babysitter for the three little girls of Mrs Talbot. It would be an overnight shift only for the weekends and the pay was pretty high too, so I had agreed.

"Thanks, I will." I told her, politely.

She called for her kids and three pretty little girls in pink satin dresses and white ribbons in their hair came down at once. They were the sweetest and nicest girls I'd ever seen. Probably between the ages of four to eight, I reckoned.

Later that evening, Mr and Mrs Talbot left for a party. After I had put the girls to bed and was watching TV downstairs, my stomach began to rumble. It was almost midnight and Mr and Mrs Talbot weren't home yet. I decided to have a snack.

I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I pulled out a milk carton and took a sip. The taste suddenly sickened me and I spat it out on the floor. A thick dark red liquid came spattering down. Oh my God, was it.....blood?

I stood in shock for sometime till I dropped the carton in my hand and suppressed a vehement urge to scream. I looked inside the fridge again, my heart thumping - that thing floating in the gelatinous preservative in the jar - was that a human brain?

This time, I had no idea if I should call the police or just run away. I mean, I did just find cartons of blood and a preserved brain in the fridge.

Suddenly, I heard the youngest girl's voice behind me which made my heart thump.
"What're you doing?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Umm...nothing," I stuttered, my voice trembling, "Go back to bed, honey."

Her two sisters entered the kitchen too. "What happened here?" They asked.

"Girls, listen." I told them, "Please just go back to bed. There's something I need to take care of."

"Are you going to call the police?" One of them asked.

"What? No!"

"You're lying." The oldest girl said, and then suddenly kicked my ankle. I groaned in pain and tried to run from them but all of them suddenly sprang up on me and started hitting and scratching me. I screamed in pain, but could do nothing to overcome them. To my horror, the middle sister unexpectedly stabbed me in the back with a knife. I blacked out.

When I woke up, I found myself in a smelly dusty attic. My body was tied to a corner, bloody and bruised. I could make out the silhouettes of the three girls and their parents in hindsight. Torn out remains of other human bodies were also scattered around the place which explained the rotten stench.

"Good job, girls," Mr Talbot said.

"This one ought to last us two days atleast." Mrs Talbot added.

"But she's too skinny, Mommy," complained the youngest girl. She and her sisters still had dried blood stains on their satin dresses. "Next time, please get a fatter babysitter!"

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