Babysitting Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Dean was just about to say something when he saw a pale-faced baby on Bart's shoulder, staring at him creepily. That baby was one of those he'd trafficked. Dean was so scared that he collapsed on his seat, muttering, "This place is haunted, Bart, it's haunted! Those little ghosts are coming for us!" Ghosts? Almost all the passengers in the carriage woke up, and pandemonium ensued. Marna and the other women with babies looked at Dean. Bart slapped a bracelet on the table with a ferocious glare. "He's gotten so drunk that he's rambling."

They return two minutes later with chips and they force me to put on the most annoying, brain-rotting animated show ever. I need to put on my noise canceling headphones and stare at the wall, thinking maybe those sixteen children I thought I wanted aren't a good idea. Babysitting is only fun when Bobbie is with me.

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

My name is Ethan, twenty-one, broke college sophomore who needed cash fast. Babysitting wasn’t exactly on my radar, but when the ad popped up—generous pay, easy hours, live-in option for weekends I answered. The parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harper, both high-powered lawyers, traveled constantly. Their only daughter, Ava, was supposedly “almost grown,” a senior in high school who just needed someone around the house when they were gone.

She shuffled the Chinese leftovers into the fridge and upgraded herself to another, exceedingly more graphic horror movie, placing her laptop across her legs. Sidney navigated to her website’s dashboard to unleash her article, ignoring the notification counts beckoning her from every window and application. She opened “Blood Baths: The Best Bathroom Scenes in Horror” and clicked the button to publish. Before she could even shift her attention to the accumulated comments and messages, her phone rang. Only one person ever actually called her phone. Sidney chomped down into her lip without realizing it. “Hi Mom,” Sidney said into the phone. She flinched against the device along her face as it f

She was more excited than me. “Thanks. I hope this turns out to be interesting though.” “What if it turns out to be a boring task?” I shrugged. “I’ll probably quit.” “No, no. You are not quitting. You won’t have to. Rich people have the most drama, so things will be fun.” Sam was certainly in for the money and gossip. “So who are you babysitting?” she asked. “A girl named Ruby.” “She sounds cute. Have fun.” Her face became serious. “I hope this means no more of your night drama.”

I had a chocolate bar for lunch and skipped dinner telling them I'm not hungry. My brother had some Work to do in the club, which I wasn't allowed to go down to yet! Leo on the other hand I found out took care of security, he had an office here and we'll be staying in case I needed anything. I watched some N*****x movies, for some weird reason I chose some horror movies. I don't even like horror but in my mind, my sick mind the movies couldn't be worst than what I actually been through. Man was I wrong, halfway through the movie I scream when the character got dragged out of bed by an unknown force.

“Don’t worry, I don’t judge you for that or anything. I’m actually excited for you to meet our little Keith already.” Right. The 5-year old toddler that she was about to babysit. Therese remembered asking Raven about his son but he told her that it was better for her to just meet him in person. He just gave her vague details about his personality like him being shy and slowly warming up to strangers. It was one of the reasons why no babysitters or attendants were lasting long in the job. Not for long, though. Because Keith piqued Therese’s curiosity and if things went well, she was planning to stay for a while there.

Night with Horris was something all three of us eagerly looked forward to. Sometimes we even wished it could stay night forever. It felt as if the world belonged only to us when darkness came. Everyone thought we slept, but most nights we did not. We stayed awake talking, laughing, and making plans that were bigger than Ashwood. Horris would sometimes sit up dramatically, clear his throat, and say, “Alright, listen, both of you. Here is the plan. I will marry Kayla, we will have twenty children, maybe twenty-five if we are not tired.”

A few hours ago, she was scared of losing her only child and currently, she is in an unknown forest. She looked around, hoping to find a place where she could rest her head and feed the baby. Luckily, she found a tree to lean on. She sat down and fed the baby while she looked around for wild animals or vagabonds. Vagabonds are rampant during this time. Blood-sucking demons also known as Night Crawlers. Cursed beneath the shadows of death never to see the breaking of the dawn - Buried in darkness and cursed to live till eternity.