SunGodMonkey
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Hello creatures of the Earth. My name is SunGod, and I bring to you some original spooky-scary stories. Now please note, considering that this section of the forums does not state that "Art Section" means drawings and paintings, I am very free to post writings, which in all technicality is art.
I have a passion for writing, I find that my vocabulary is well suited for people of younger ages and older ages, and I hope that I'll be able to write a best selling book in my life. That is my lifetime goal for writing, but not my overall lifetime goal, so it may or may not be achieved.
My New Babysitter
I have a passion for writing, I find that my vocabulary is well suited for people of younger ages and older ages, and I hope that I'll be able to write a best selling book in my life. That is my lifetime goal for writing, but not my overall lifetime goal, so it may or may not be achieved.
My New Babysitter
I have very vague memories of my childhood. Hell, the last real childhood memory I had was on my 7th birthday. It was quite a... disappointing birthday party to say the least. And that was 17 years ago. I don't remember exact details about my childhood, I have some memories that skip between months and years. I'm sure most people run into this kind of issue of not being able to remember what life really was like back then. However I do remember this one memory in particular, and very precise, it's a little creepy.
I was 6 years old, and my mom just got a new night job, so she would be away from the house from 6 P.M. to 1 A.M. in the morning. My dad was always out late at night with his friends or some sort, working on new things at his car shop. So I would be alone for roughly 4 hours, I was supposed to be in bed by 8:00 but, I would never listen. My child body was always awake.
So once my mom got her new job, she needed to hire a new babysitter for me. I've never had a babysitter before, but I thought it would be interesting. I thought at the time that I could fool her into allowing me more candy, and staying up way past my bed time.
When 5:30 rolled around, I was watching cartoons, sitting on the couch. The doorbell rang and my mother went to go get the door. She was getting ready for her job so she sort of speed walked around, rushing things. When my mom opened the door, I saw an old frail woman plop through the door with a sealed off cage of some sort in her left hand. She greeted my mom with the right, and with no hesitation, she put the cage down and sat on the other end of the couch from me. My mom kissed my forehead and exited the doorway.
"Alright, I'll be home later. There's a list of emergency phone numbers on the sheet of paper in the kitchen, I'll be home at around 1:30, Debra." My mother said.
Debra, so that's what her name is. I thought to myself. The woman seemed gentle and kind, however that cage was eerily unsettling. I kept on watching my cartoons, not saying a word to the babysitter but every now and again I thought I would see that cage fidget. Debra finally spoke up,
"Hello there." Her soothing voice rang in my ears. "My name is Debra, I'll be taking care of you in the evenings from now on."
"Okay." I laconically spoke. After a few minutes, my eagerness became overwhelming. "Um... What's in that cage?" I pointed to the sealed off enclosure.
"Oh that? What's in there is for tonight's dinner of course!" Debra stated.
"Um okay, but what is it?"
"It's a surprise. You'll have to wait and find out."
"Okay." I seemed to enjoy that word as a child. It's as if I never knew the definition of, 'alright' or 'very well'.
The tension was later broke, Debra told me stories about her life experiences, and I sat there and listened. As I always did. I wasn't a super bratty six year old like all of the kids were at my school, instead I was very quiet and shy. I talked a little bit about myself, I showed her my room and all my treasures I had inside.
Around seven, she stood up and told me to wait in my room while she prepared dinner, sticking to the surprise plan. I reluctantly agreed and sat, watching T.V. on my very small cubed television set. I was watching a strange channel that I've never seen before, but I kept watching just because I didn't care to grab the remote from all the way across the room. From time to time, I could very faintly hear what sounded like a moan of an animal, and someone shushing the animal. I wasn't sure what was going on, I know that whenever I watched T.V. shows as a kid, that I would just watch people's lips move and not really pay attention.
What would have creeped me out today, wouldn't have creeped me out when I was six years old. I heard these noises and thought,
Someone's pet isn't being quiet and their owner is just trying to calm them down.
Twenty minutes passed, and I got called out to eat dinner in the dining table that was separate from the kitchen. What she had served me was spaghetti with meatballs and meat sauce. And this was the best meal I have ever had in all of my six years of living, the spaghetti was good, but the meat in it was the real prize winner. It had a particular sort of flavor and seasoning to it that made me eat bowl after bowl of this delicious pasta.
"This is super good!" I exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like it, it's a family recipe passed down many generations my dear." Debra told. She started on some more stories about her family, but the meal was so tasty that I couldn't bare to listen. After what seemed to be like five bowls of spaghetti, I walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, face up. My belly was aching, but it was worth it.
Five or so nights have passed, and I kept hearing the exact same thing before dinner time. Debra would ask me to sit in my room and wait for dinner, and I would hear the exact same things. Each night, I flipped to a new channel just to test out and see if it was the shows I was watching. I came to the conclusion that it was not my T.V. and on the sixth night, I decided that I needed to put my curiosity to rest. I stepped out of my room, walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Oh dear, I told you not to come in here while I'm preparing dinner!" Debra exclaimed as she put down the cat.
I was 6 years old, and my mom just got a new night job, so she would be away from the house from 6 P.M. to 1 A.M. in the morning. My dad was always out late at night with his friends or some sort, working on new things at his car shop. So I would be alone for roughly 4 hours, I was supposed to be in bed by 8:00 but, I would never listen. My child body was always awake.
So once my mom got her new job, she needed to hire a new babysitter for me. I've never had a babysitter before, but I thought it would be interesting. I thought at the time that I could fool her into allowing me more candy, and staying up way past my bed time.
When 5:30 rolled around, I was watching cartoons, sitting on the couch. The doorbell rang and my mother went to go get the door. She was getting ready for her job so she sort of speed walked around, rushing things. When my mom opened the door, I saw an old frail woman plop through the door with a sealed off cage of some sort in her left hand. She greeted my mom with the right, and with no hesitation, she put the cage down and sat on the other end of the couch from me. My mom kissed my forehead and exited the doorway.
"Alright, I'll be home later. There's a list of emergency phone numbers on the sheet of paper in the kitchen, I'll be home at around 1:30, Debra." My mother said.
Debra, so that's what her name is. I thought to myself. The woman seemed gentle and kind, however that cage was eerily unsettling. I kept on watching my cartoons, not saying a word to the babysitter but every now and again I thought I would see that cage fidget. Debra finally spoke up,
"Hello there." Her soothing voice rang in my ears. "My name is Debra, I'll be taking care of you in the evenings from now on."
"Okay." I laconically spoke. After a few minutes, my eagerness became overwhelming. "Um... What's in that cage?" I pointed to the sealed off enclosure.
"Oh that? What's in there is for tonight's dinner of course!" Debra stated.
"Um okay, but what is it?"
"It's a surprise. You'll have to wait and find out."
"Okay." I seemed to enjoy that word as a child. It's as if I never knew the definition of, 'alright' or 'very well'.
The tension was later broke, Debra told me stories about her life experiences, and I sat there and listened. As I always did. I wasn't a super bratty six year old like all of the kids were at my school, instead I was very quiet and shy. I talked a little bit about myself, I showed her my room and all my treasures I had inside.
Around seven, she stood up and told me to wait in my room while she prepared dinner, sticking to the surprise plan. I reluctantly agreed and sat, watching T.V. on my very small cubed television set. I was watching a strange channel that I've never seen before, but I kept watching just because I didn't care to grab the remote from all the way across the room. From time to time, I could very faintly hear what sounded like a moan of an animal, and someone shushing the animal. I wasn't sure what was going on, I know that whenever I watched T.V. shows as a kid, that I would just watch people's lips move and not really pay attention.
What would have creeped me out today, wouldn't have creeped me out when I was six years old. I heard these noises and thought,
Someone's pet isn't being quiet and their owner is just trying to calm them down.
Twenty minutes passed, and I got called out to eat dinner in the dining table that was separate from the kitchen. What she had served me was spaghetti with meatballs and meat sauce. And this was the best meal I have ever had in all of my six years of living, the spaghetti was good, but the meat in it was the real prize winner. It had a particular sort of flavor and seasoning to it that made me eat bowl after bowl of this delicious pasta.
"This is super good!" I exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like it, it's a family recipe passed down many generations my dear." Debra told. She started on some more stories about her family, but the meal was so tasty that I couldn't bare to listen. After what seemed to be like five bowls of spaghetti, I walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, face up. My belly was aching, but it was worth it.
Five or so nights have passed, and I kept hearing the exact same thing before dinner time. Debra would ask me to sit in my room and wait for dinner, and I would hear the exact same things. Each night, I flipped to a new channel just to test out and see if it was the shows I was watching. I came to the conclusion that it was not my T.V. and on the sixth night, I decided that I needed to put my curiosity to rest. I stepped out of my room, walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Oh dear, I told you not to come in here while I'm preparing dinner!" Debra exclaimed as she put down the cat.
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