Scary Babysitters Novels & Stories

“Come on, babe, be good, or I will throw you outside! There are wizards and wolves outside who love a nice, succulent meal of human flesh!” Carlos did not seem afraid at all. Instead, he just stared blankly ahead, wondering what his mother was on about. Right then, Francis, who was buried in a mountain of files, looked up helplessly. “Why are you raising our child to be afraid of made-up entities? You want him to be superstitious when he grows up?” “I can’t think out a better way to keep him quiet. It’s the most effective way.” Scarlett said, shrugging her shoulders.

“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.

I heard Xavier's voice pierce the thin silence that braced my ears. I jolted back to reality, the panic gripping me. "We left her in your care," I pressed, my voice trembling. The babysitter’s face crumpled, her eyes welling up with tears. She looked helpless, and for a split second, I felt sorry for her—but fear quickly drowned out the sympathy.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know better.” “And... if I may ask, what’s your relationship with Miss Wolfe?” I felt Xavier shift beside me, waiting. “I’m her newly hired babysitter. But up until now, we didn’t have a relationship.” The doctor hummed, scratching his beard awkwardly. “That makes things different.” “What do you mean?” Xavier asked, his tone sharper. “It’s just that your daughter is barely stable. We can’t risk triggering her emotionally, so it’s better to wait until she’s more stable.”

Chapter: Axel's Gentle Alpha Presence on the Ferris Wheel As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling theme park, Axel, a strong and gentle alpha, stood beside his three-year-old son, Theo, at the base of the towering Ferris wheel. Theo's eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed up at the massive structure, his small hand reaching out to grasp Axel's larger one. Axel knelt down, his presence commanding yet comforting, as he lifted Theo into his arms, preparing to embark on their next adventure together.

“Want to watch movie with dad?” Faye squealed and agreed. The babysitter looked stricken. “But Mr. Fernandez! Miss Sandra had instructed that Little Faye must be home by lunch so she could prepare for her– Mr. Fernandez!” She rushed after him with fast wide steps as the father of Faye and worst enemy of her boss walked grandly with Faye on his arms.

I teased before replying, “Sinister.” “I don’t know many people who like scary movies.” “Well, I do. I don’t find them scary. They are oddly predictable.” “Really, so kids killing their parents don’t bother you?” “First off, if I found a mystery box in a house where a bunch of people were murdered, I would burn it and leave, instead of unleashing the baddies. Second, I have no kids, so why do I need to worry about them murdering me?” “You forget, once you move into the place, you're already doomed.”

I rush into the apartment, surprised and confused when I see all four of my children together. My babysitter is standing in the kitchen looking very confused, and before the kids realize I’m there, I sidle over to her. All the rage and fear that had been pulsing through my veins a moment ago has disappeared completely, leaving me feeling somewhat dizzy. “Sadie, what on earth is going on?” I ask the college-aged nanny.

Bobby, standing there in a pair of old jeans and a shabby tee shirt, looked at her sheepishly before saying, "Yeah, we did." "And let me guess, now you two are worried and scared about going to sleep?" "Yeah," Bobby answered quietly. "I guess we are both scared we might have bad dreams." "Then why did you watch the stupid thing," she snapped irritably at him. "I don't know . . . coz we wanted to," Bobby quietly replied. Samantha, chastising herself for snapping at him, softened her voice before saying, "I mean, you know those scary movies do tend to give you nightmares."

Megan ordered. The security was very surprised. “What’s wrong, madam? Why do you look so scared?” asked the security guard. “They are not ordinary babies! They behave like adults! They are investigating me!” she said. “Don’t ask too many questions and find them now! Bring those two babies to me! I will teach them a lesson! God damn it! I’ll kill those two innocent pretentious babies!” THUMP! To be continued…