My babysitter

The Very First Night...

My parents were never the kind of people that would stay in playing board games, or have that big Sunday dinner, or take family photos, etc. My parents had me when they were 16, but I basically lived with my grandma. My parents were the type of parents who went out all night, got hammered and high. But I never really lived with them un

til unfortunately my grandma passed away.

A couple of hours after grandma's funeral, I went back to my old house with mum and dad, it was weird going back to my old house, although I never really stayed there, it didn't feel like home. After microwave dinner, my mum told me that she and dad were going out with some friends and that I would be home alone until the babysitter got there. I begged them to stay with me and just be with me, because lets face it, who whats to be at home alone after her grandma just died? And plus I haven't even met this babysitter. I eventually convinced my mum to stay with me until the babysitter arrived.

20 minutes after and she finally arrived, she was a typical babysitter, tall, beautiful, blonde, stinking of expensive perfume, high heels, super short shorts and a crop top which was way to small for her. After my mum said good-bye to me and locked the door, the babysitter - Rebekah- walked over to me and grabbed her bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka and got me a glass and poured some for me. But me only being 11 years old, I said yes at first, but then said I would only have some if she had some with me. She said that she would go and get another glass, and when she was in the kitchen getting another glass, I poured my vodka into the plant and when she walked in, I made a funny face, because when I used to live with my mum, she left vodka out in glasses as if it was water, so I knew what vodka tasted like and then I made a funny face, knowing that for a 11 year old or any kid,because vodka tasted like hand gel.

After a couple of episodes of Rebekah's favourite series, which were a 18 btw, she told me that I had to go to bed, saying that it was almost midnight, I went up to bed, brushed my teeth, put on my pj's and then asked Rebekah if she could read me a story, but went I went downstairs to ask her, she was fast asleep on the sofa, dribble down her face and popcorn all over her.

I grabbed my favourite book, that my granny used to read me, called room on a broom, and started to read, until I heard the doorbell go off. Rebekah, after wiping off her dribble, opened the door. I wondered who could possibly be at the door at 12:00 pm, I ran to the top of the stairs and looked through the banisters, and saw all of Rebekah's friend.

There were 8 off them. I sat and watched them for a while, and when the clock struck 1:00 am they all got up and sat in a circle on the floor, and started to play what looked liked the game spin the bottle. It landed on Rebekah and a guy, who looked a bit like a nerd, and she lent over to him and was about to kiss him, until she grabbed something out of her pocket, something sharp, like a knife, and sliced the nerds neck open, everyone started laughing while the nerd gasped for breath, until unfortunately he died, right on mums favourite white rug.

I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and got under the duvet as fast as I could because I heard some footsteps coming up the stairs, so I pretended to be asleep but what happened next would haunt me for the rest of my life...