DOLLY

Evil Glare

I'd been asked to babysit a boy called Ewan and his three year old sister, Tia. Sure,it's a chance for money, so I said yes. I'm Zoe, a teenage gal who needs a little money. So I figured that the easiest way to get some was babysitting! Boy, I was right. I mean, £2 per half hour is ok, right?

"Hey Miss Clasey, you can go and watch telly now. Check in the living room. The telly is there. But don't go in the kitchen. Bye!" Mrs Danne literally screamed. Why would I go in the kitchen anyway? I brought my own snacks. Still...what she says goes I guess (groan).

HALF AN HOUR LATER

"ZOE! MY CRAYONS ARE BLUNT!" Yelled Tia.

"ZOE! MY TRAIN CAME APART!" Screamed Ewan.

Zoe this and Zoe that. Darn kids, give me a break! Now THAT is what's bad about babysitting- the babies.

"KIDS!" I shouted "Bedtime."

That was followed by two extraordinarily loud groans,and plodding feet up the stairs. Cheeky kids! So I sat down on a soft red sofa and watched telly. I suddenly noticed a weird clown statue staring and glaring at me. Nah, before I turn it around, I'd better call the parents.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi it's Zoe."

"Hey girl! What's up?"

"Do you mind if I turn away the clown statue in your living room?"

"Zoe..."

"May I?"

"There IS no clown statue."

So I hang up the wireless phone and rushed upstairs to the children...who were in bits! Blood spurted over the floor from their bodies, rotting flesh was smelt immediately and a large butchers knife lay evil in the middle of the room. Oh, what was I going to tell the parents? Who was it? And how did the statue get in? But the biggest question of all- what would happen to me???