Dying to Babysit :: Creative Writing Essays

Dying to Babysit It all began superstar day when I was over my friend Susans house. Herparents had just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I wasallowed to stay that weekend while her parents were away. Susan and I weresitting raven eating when she got a call from the house where a new family justmoved into. The Smiths had asked her to babysit for them. They verbalise it wasall right if I came too. They wanted us to come over about six that evening. When we got over there Mrs. Smith introduced her two year honest-to-goodness daughternamed Julie to us. Mr. and Mrs. Smith didnt leave right away because theywanted Julie to get to know us better. Mrs. Smith told Susan and I that Juliecould stay up until 800 P.M.. She in addition told us she had been having problemswith her telephone. There must have been something wrong with the connectionbecause when it rang there would be no one on the other end. Someone was comingtomorrow to take a look at it. Mr. and Mrs. Sm ith informed us that they would be a little late cominghome because it was their anniversary and they had a long night planned. Wetold them to have a nice time and they both grab move back their coats and left. Julie started crying just as they closed the door. We gave her a bottleand put her down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I lookedat each other, seeing who was going to answer it. I answered the phone but no one was there. I said how-do-you-do again, butstill no answer. All I could hear was someone breathing heavily. It was shoddy,gasping, and very frightening. I said hello again and heard a faint, masculinevoice. As I began to tremble, the voice whispered, Im coming. All of a sudden the lights went out. Susan, Julie and I let out a loudshriek. I ran over to Susan and Julie and hid my head. Susan started laughingand told me it was probably because of the storm outside. We both looked outthe window when a bolt of lighting struck across the sky. Julie began to cryand we solace her and told her it would be all right. Susan was going to go down into the basement to find the fuse box so shecould turn the lights back on. It was time for Julie to go to bed so I grabbed