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I was baby-sitting for a family I didn't know. They were leaving. Wait a minute where were they going? I watch them out of the door, and see them pile up into a mini-van. A father, mother, and two children. Two children?? Who am I baby-sitting?
I walk around the house, and I immediately found a little girl. Oh, I thought, as I moved on toward the back porch. On a porch swing, sat a little old lady. (Let's just call her Grammy.) Weird.. What is going on? I returned to where the girl sat and she wasn't there. Funny, I don't remember her sitting with a stuffed animal and a blanket.
Now I re-examine my thoughts, oh yeah, there was a stuffed animal, and the girl was covered with the blanket. I pick up the stuffed animal only to throw it back down on the couch. The teddy had eyes that were bloodshot, it also looked as though it was choked! This is strange.. Wait what is that gunk on the blanket? A slime??? Where did the girl go?
I go back toward the back porch, but the house is bigger now. There are rooms that I don't remember. I get lost looking at the eerie rooms that are now where the back porch once existed. Rooms with torture devices, and odors. The odors that came from some of the rooms were the ones that stuck in your nose. It made me want to pull my shirt up to cover my nose. I only remember thinking that this is what death smells like.
I finally find the back porch, only to find a very disturbing scene. Grammy and the girl were swinging on the swing, not casually like before, but swinging like they were on a swing set trying to beat the height record. There was no expression on their faces, just a blank stare. Up and down, back and forth, they just stared at me. I couldn't move. The back porch just stretched twice the size that it was before.
The two open their mouths, their eyes watching nothing but me as they swing back and forth. Then, they stop. Immediately the swing stopped, no warning of the stop, I still stood frozen. A thick slimy substance ran from their mouths like a dog with adrooling problem. The slime also ran toward me. It was coming for me. Oozing toward the sole of my shoe. I glance up at Grammy and the kid and notice their eyes were now black. The slime crawled up my leg. I couldn't move! The slime slid its way into the cracks of my mouth. I could fight it! No, I couldn't. The slime was covering me.
I woke up to the alarm clock, and all was soon forgotten.
Chris Rockholt | 
