Novel & Cerita Babysitting Horror Stories

“Daddy, really? A babysitter? I’m not a baby anymore! What will my friends say if they find out—” “What’s wrong with having a babysitter?” Her blood boiled even more. What’s wrong? That crazy guy almost killed her boyfriend earlier, and her Dad was asking what’s wrong? What’s wrong? It’s deadly! her brain screamed. If her Dad had at least given her a handsome and a decent babysitter, she might have clapped her ears in delight. Maybe even dropped her panties on her own. But no, instead she got this guy—not even good-looking, meddlesome, and ruining her day.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

Claire’s car pulled into the driveway while I was still trying to clean myself up in their bathroom. I panicked. Dominic made me hide in the walk-in closet, still naked and leaking his cum. I stood there in the dark, shaking, listening as Claire came upstairs and kissed her husband. I had to wait almost an hour, crouched and terrified, before I could sneak out the back door. Cum was still running down my legs as I ran to my car. The next morning, I got a text from one of the other moms in the neighborhood. **Mom1:** Hey Alice, just wanted to say how much we all appreciate you! Claire says you’re the best babysitter they’ve ever had ❤️

His fingers tapped on the tabletop without any rhythm as he said flatly, “Babies sleep with their parents. I don’t mind giving you a chance to sleep with me.” Harold was speechless. No one would want to sleep with a devil, like Daddy. He would be so frightened that he would not be able to fall asleep. George was speechless. He would rather sleep alone. “How about I sleep with all of you tonight?” Mrs. Winters smiled and said. “I have learned a few bedtime stories. I will tell you stories tonight.” “Yeah! Awesome!” Melody was the most supportive one as she clapped cheerfully. Harold, who was afraid that his daddy would force him to sleep with him, clapped as well. He said, “I can’t wait to he

Magical. I can't get enough. "Don't let go," I choke out. The words sound strange in my mouth. I usually tell people to go away and let me be, but with Emma, it's a whole new game. Emma hushes me and runs a hand up and down my spine, mumbling sweet things about monsters and dark shadows. I don't know where she's heard these legends but I like them. I find myself in their stories, and I grow sleepy.

Brie laughed, also grabbing her drink from the table. "You have a point. So, the position is for a nanny? It should be simple, right?" she asked. Brie's face darkened. "His nephew is everything to him, so it's not that easy." Brie leaned forward, trying to look mysterious, and whispered. "The servants said that he saw the nanny slapping the little boy and yelling at him." "What?" Sarah asked in shock. "Shhh!" Brie put her fingers in front of Sarah's lips, so she could continue the story.

my aunt chimed in, entering the conversation and once again showing her disagreement with my idea. "What I'm going to do is something absolutely 'normal,' Aunt," I countered delicately. "Where is Eloá?" Oliver had brought his daughter with him because his wife had fired the two young babysitters for the girl, and he hadn't taken a liking to any of the professionals his wife had hired for the job.

Slowly, her chest grew heavy as she remembered what her boss said earlier. “Secretary-slash-babysitter.” She wasn’t sure if he was joking, but the thought scared her. What if he really planned to treat her like a servant, giving her orders like a nanny? She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. If only she wasn’t so desperate, if only she didn’t need this job, she would have never accepted it. She would rather wash dishes at a small eatery than babysit an arrogant man who acted like a king. But what could she do? She couldn’t afford to be picky.

He asks taking a step forward. “I called you a bloody bastard... Mr Gordon punch him hard on his face which sends him to the floor. “How dare you an ungrateful out call me that?” he roars. He advance toward him on the floor and makes an attempt to hit him again on the floor and he feels a fragile holds on his hand. He forcefully yanks his hand off the grip and he hears the sound of someone falling on the ground with a loud thud. He looks back and behold, it is the new babysitter that he hired to watch over his son.