The Basement Door

The house was old like super old. The parents said it was built-in the 1800s. I thought to myself how on the green planet is this house still standing.

I heard many horror stories about how a man went insane and murdered everything then built them into the house. A lot of babysitters were afraid to go inside the house but not me. Like an idiot I agreed to go into that creepy house.

I walked up to the old door and it was a chilly fall day. I wore only a hoodie because I had boots on which were adorable by the way. I knocked on the door to the parents who were so relieved to see me. They told me they hadn’t had alone time since the kids were born. They had three kids and the eldest was 8 years old. That is a long time…….

I walked in to a normal cozy home with furniture and toys all over the floor. You know a typical home with a bunch of kids in it. They handed me a list, my pay, pizza money, and hugged me. As they left out the door I thought they were too friendly and that was creepy.

I pulled out my cellphone and ordered the pizza which the kids screamed cheese for 5 minutes straight. I sat on the couch while they asked me a bunch of questions and I tried to stop the little fuzzy one from crying. It was the normal questions. How old are you? Do you have kids? Did you know we live with dead people? I wasn’t amused plus kids have a huge imagination.

After dinner, I go them ready for bed but the little crawler, Josh, refused to sleep. I kept in a pouch in front of me so I could carry him. He didn’t mind he just kicked and giggled. As we walked to the kitchen I noticed there was a basement door. The door had salt, sage, and locks all over it. I didn’t think nothing of it. It was late and I was washing dishes with a baby pulling my hair.

When the dishes were done, I turned around to find the locks on the door unlocked. I didn’t hear anybody behind me and the kids were still sleep, according to the baby monitor in my hand. Unlike a horror movie, I refused to investigate so I locked all the locks back and went to the living room to sit with the baby.

He finally fell asleep and was so adorable. Then I heard the locks. I got up with the baby to check the basement door but when I got there the door was cracked this time. I closed the door and locked all the locks. I went upstairs and got the kids up. They looked confused with their sleepy eyes. I told them we needed to get in the car and leave.

I called the police to check the house and we waited in my car that was parked in the front of the house. The police never found anything but I refused to go back in that house. When the parents arrived, I apologized and handed them their children. I explained what happened and they understood. I left and went home. I found out later that the stories were true about the house. The remains of the family were in the basement. I never went back to babysit.

Closet Noises

A few years back I took a babysitting job for a family my mother knew from church. There were considered wealthy by other's standard. Their home was massive and seemed unnecessary. There was only the mom, dad, and their daughter April (not including pets).

When I arrived at the home, the mother gave me a long list of things about the home including how big it was. The house had 6 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, an attic, a basement, two-story home, two dining areas, a living room, and a media room. Honestly, the house was huge and overwhelming for me. The parents handed me 150 dollars cash for the weekend of babysitting and money for food. I was left alone with a 4 year, her imaginary friend Molly, a dog, a cat, and a guinea pig.

When the dark came and I realized how creepy the house really was at night I was slightly scared. I decided to sleep in the room with April and all her pets because I wanted to make sure she was safe. (Secretly we all know I was scared or afraid something could eat her in the dark)

I was awaken at 3:16am by April and her terrified little pale face. So I asked her what was wrong. She instantly pointed to her closet. Of course I thought nothing of it because she was a baby and children sometimes imagine things.

She told me there was noise in the closet. I go out the bed and walked over to the closet ready to fight (with nothing in my hand). I put my ear against the door and just listened. After 5 minutes of laying against the cold oak door, I decided that it was safe. I opened the door and turned the closet light on. There was nothing but clothes on hangers and little shoes on the floor. I turned the light out and closed the door. I laughed very awkwardly as she smiled in relief. Then there was a loud noise from behind the door.

April looked at me as I looked at the door. If I was half sleep I was completely awake now. The noise came again. I looked at the door stunned and I couldn't feel my legs. What brought me back was when April squeezed my hand with tears in her eyes. I hate to see a sad child, it is my weakness. "THUMP".

I swear nothing was in the closet but something was trying to come out of it. I told April to grab everyone (the pets and Molly) and meet me at the front door. I pushed the bed against the closet door. I moved the dresser against the bed and ran downstairs behind April. I grabbed my keys and my bag then open the front door. We ran to my car. I opened the back door putting in April, all the pets, and Molly because she wouldn't let me leave Molly. I made sure the front door was closed and locked. I drove off without looking back.

April's parents came to my house to get everyone and asked me what happened. I explained it. April explained it but all we got was a blank expression. They asked me could I babysit again. I told them only if it's at my house. It is sad to say I never saw April again. I hope she okay…….