Babysitting Horror Stories Novels & Stories

“What else have you heard?” Too much. Too much poison dressed up as bedtime stories. Garrett Monroe—my father, the only family I had left—used to slur those horror tales into my ears whenever he was drunk. Stories about sharp-toothed beasts who dragged children from their beds and devoured them whole. Creatures who wore human skin by day but hunted by moonlight. At the time, I thought he was warning me. Trying to protect me in his own twisted, broken way. But now? Now I don’t know.

I asked. “A little.” “What if I tell you a story?” I teased, kissing her cheek. Her fear seemed to soften. “Only if it’s a princess story.” I reached for the book on the nightstand. “Then a princess it is.” As she listened, slowly growing sleepy, my mind drifted far away—filled with the possibility that this could all go wrong. That maybe… we were all making a mistake. What would I do if Giulia didn’t accept the new nanny?

Uncle said, shaking. ++++++++++++ And the mystery deepens while the stories get scarier. This sounds like something straight out of a horror film. The thing is, it's being told by a real person and based on experiences that his family had gone through. Hopefully, you will be back for more so you can find out if this lady in black will finally back off from the Uncle. Or maybe, something else might happen... Something more terrifying! So this is your Storyteller The Diwata saying, goodnight and fare thee well. Hope to see you again in The Supernatural Spa.

The wedding ended up being a complete disaster and my dad and all the guests found out that we were faking everything after Bianca crashed into the event. Nightmares were the worst thing ever to me. I'd always hated them since I was little. My hatred for nightmares had started ever since I'd watched a lot of scary movies all by myself one night that my parents had left me all alone with the babysitter. The babysitter had had no idea that when she'd gone to take a nap, I'd snuck into her room and taken the TV remote control she had hidden from me, and gotten myself busy with horror movies. From that day, I'd started to have nightmares. Very bad and nasty ones, that always involved someone get

Just stop talking, damn. He sat down, his eyes gazing around, "Have you ever done this before?" He asks. "Done what?" She focused her gaze on the shelf, the books that were arranged there, books she would never read. "Babysat someone before?" Does babysitting my daughter count? If so, yeah. Countless times. His smell hit her hard, something about his collarbone that she now wants to dig her teeth into. Damn. Get your shit together, Zoey, this is Dexter for crying out loud.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Pornstar Babysitter: Shared by the Thornes Chapter 1: I Got Caught Filming My Masked P**n Videos by My Boss and Let Him Blackmail Me Into His Mouth The kid is finally asleep. I slip into the guest bathroom like I always do on nights when the Thornes are out late. Julian and Celeste Harrington — the elite power couple who pay me stupid money to watch their three-year-old while they attend galas and business dinners. I’m the perfect babysitter on paper. Quiet. Responsible. Wholesome.

she accused. Celestine massaged her temples. This time she really had a headache dealing with Lilyana. “This is for your own good. You’d better read the job application on this website,” Celestine said as she handed Lilyana the tab. Lilyana accepted the tab uncertainly, but this was the only way she could avoid the arranged marriage. **Recruitment** Job Title: Full-time Babysitter. Location: Woodstock, Vermont, United States. Job Description: We are looking for a dedicated and experienced full-time babysitter to join our family in providing care for our baby. The ideal candidate who has good babysitting and communication skills, and is able to create a safe and stimulating environment for ou

My parents had left three hours ago for a charity gala, leaving me, at sixteen, to babysit the empty rooms. I had spent the evening in my bedroom, nestled in a pile of pillows, ostensibly studying for my history exam. But my focus was elsewhere. The house had been making noises—not the comforting creaks of settling wood, but sharp, deliberate sounds. A thud from the kitchen. The faint, rhythmic drag of something heavy across the floorboards in the hallway. I told myself it was the wind, the house reacting to the storm, but the knot in my stomach tightened with every passing minute.

“It looks like a place where horror movies start.” “Good,” Charlie replied. “No one wants to break into a horror movie.” She stared at him. “You flew me across the world to put me in a haunted shed.” “It’s not haunted,” he said. “I checked.” She let out a disbelieving laugh and turned back to the building. The windows were dark. No lights. No signs of life. Just quiet. Too quiet. “This is what my dad considers safe,” she muttered. “Yes,” Charlie said simply.