The Babysitter

The Real Party

"You all know what to do I assume," Tiffany said and snapped her fingers.

Everyone in the group except for Sander began to move the furniture out of the room, including the TV. They even ripped the cords from the wall just to clear the living room.

"HEY! What are you guys doing?! My parents will kill us!" Sander said in a panic.

The group didn't respond, the only other sounds that were heard was the moving furniture and Blaire's slight giggle. Once the furniture was moved Damien came in with black sheets and covered the windows with them. Sander ran up to Damien and pulled on his pants, "What are you guys doing?! We'll get in trouble!"

Damien looked down at the boy as Sander continued to tug, "Can we just play a diff- "

Sander was cut off by the feeling of a cold hand whip across his face that sent him to the floor. Sander sat on the ground and held his cheek looking up at Damien in disbelief.

"Y-you- "Sander began to say through his developing tears. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see if it was Tiffany, hoping she would be kicking him out. But instead it was surprisingly Victor. Victor quickly grabbed Sander holding him, so his legs were dangling but his arms were stuck by his sides.  Sander began to squirm and kicked his legs around.

"Let me- AGH!" Sander gasped and let out a yell as Victor tightened his grip on the child.

When Damien was done hanging up the sheets he, Blaire, Kat, and Skylar started to bring in candles. Each of them sets the candles down in specific places but didn't light them quite yet. Tiffany walked in and dramatically pulled the square carpet off the floor to reveal circle on the ground with an odd-looking star in the middle of it. After that the people who placed the candles before placed more around the outline of the circle.

"Wh-what's going on? Why are you doing this?! TIFFANY!" Sander managed to yell out between his tears.

"Didn't your family teach you about other religions? How disrespectful." Tiffany groaned while putting her leather jacket on.

Tiffany didn't sound like herself, her voice wasn't calming or inviting at all. It was a bit deeper and sounded as if she were annoyed with everything and everyone. Tiffany turned to face Sander and started to walk toward the confused child. The people in the background continued their routine and started to light each candle.

"My little privileged boy Sander, how are you?' Tiffany taunted while smirking.

"T-tiffany," the boy whimpered, "WHAT'S GOING O-AGH!!" The poor boy's yelling was once again cut off, but it wasn't because of the strangers this time. It was from Tiffany's own foot kicking into Sander's stomach. This knocked the wind right out of Sander and he dangled breathing heavily.

"Quit fucking yelling! And don't answer my question with a question, its rude." Tiffany snapped at Sander, "Now, I asked how you were."

"W-why...... a-are......you?" Sander barely breathed out his words.

Tiffany frowned and punched the boy in the stomach making him gasp for air.

"What did I just say?" Tiffany said over his cries, "LOOK AT ME!"

Sander tried to look at her through his blurry vision. He was crying as heavily as he was breathing, and his face was as red as the blood she licked.

"How are you Sander?" Tiffany asked with a fake warm smile.

"N-not g-good" Sander hiccupped.

Tiffany smirked and walked away from the boy. Sander continued to whimper and cry to himself. The liquids streaming from his face made it hard for him to breath. Blaire walked into Sander's peripheral vision giving Sander a bit of false hope.
"Blaire," he quietly exhaled out.
"Dude don't think you'll get any help from me. I'm not letting us fail this time," Blaire said in an oddly cheerful voice.
The same voice that brought him comfort earlier now was terrifying him more than ever. Blaire walked to Kat and put her arm around her shoulders. Kat snuggles into her arm and smiled.
Skylar pulled out something white that looked similar to a cigarette and lit the end. Suddenly a skunky sent filled the room making Sander nauseous. 
"Really dude?" Tiffany said to Skylar,"this is sort of a serious thing we're doing."
"You let me do it last time," Skylar whined.
"That was on a beach dude," Damien added backing up Tiffany.
Damien grabbed the smelly cigarette and took a hit off of it. Tiffany did the same even though she complained.
"Alright," Tiffany said passing it to Kat,"I believe came here to please the lord not just get high"
"Wh-what kind of...god w-would b-be pleased...by this?" Sander sniffled.
Tiffany smirk and walked back over to the boy.
She bent over to the height Victor was holding him at and pulled her bottom lip down.
Sander got a chill up his spine once he saw what was hidden from him for years. There in black ink was the number "666".