basically, i can't sleep. it's been over 2 weeks since my infamous babysitting job and it still just creeps me out. every little noise at night makes me jump. and so i decided to write it all out, to help get it out of my mind. so if you scare easily or just don't like creepy stories, don't read this post.
so i was babysitting a four year old boy, i've known him since birth pretty much. he's one of my mom's childcare kids. this is the first time however that i went over to his house to babysit. our day started off uneventful at 12, we ate lunch and watched a bit of Disney channel, he then informed me it was time for a nap at about 1. from then he slept til about 4:15. so far so good, i was able to get a ton of homework done, sweet! now i have a habit of always leaving the tv on when i babysit, even if i'm not watching, i feel like otherwise it's much to quite in the house, even more so when the kid is napping or sleeping. after the little boy got up from nap we played for awhile with his trains,the tv still on as background noise. i was leaning against the coffee table, and the way this house is set up, the hall way was to the right and behind me, he was facing it. this kind of hall was was one with the parents bedroom on one end, then down to the garage with the other rooms at the other, with a doorway in the middle to the living room. where we where. well as we sat there playing i just started to get this weird feeling, like someone else was in the house. but there shouldn't have been, i had just texted the parents talking about how they were on there way and would be there soon, nowhere near the house yet. i kinda just shook it off, i mean how many creepy babysitting movies/stories are out there, right? i was just feeling a bit off, i had seen a scary movie the night before. then, i heard a loud crash from down the hall way. i turned quickly and saw a shadow move across the wall. again, i somewhat shook it off, just creeped out right? then i looked back at the boy, his eyes huge and teary. "why is someone else in my house?!" well that was it, my keys were on the table behind me, and i somehow thought to grab them as i grabbed the boy, luckily my phone was in my pocket. i ran out the front door, slamming it behind me and out the gate that covers the front of there house, i pretty much threw the kid in the back seat (sorry... haha) and got in the drivers. i locked us in and turned on my car just in case then called the police. i don't know how the hell i made any sense on the phone, but she asked my address and what had happened, since i called the fremont emergency line and not newark on accident, she got a few details from me and then transferred me to newark after she had sent the police over. they asked more even more questions
"are you okay?" yes
"is everyone out of the house?" yes
"are you a babysitter?" yes
"were any windows open in the back?" no
"did you see the person?" no the boy did
"would he make up a story at all?" no
"how long have you known him personally?" his whole life
"is there any chance the parents came home early?" no i just talked to them
"is there a strange car out front?" not that i know of, but i don't live around here
"did you see anyone leave the house?" no but i can't see the front door.
and that kept going on until the police pulled up, first 2 cars pulled up, guns drawn, one walked over to my car and asked me to just tell him again what happened, asked if i had a key to the house or if i knew of any open doors or windows. i told him just the ones in the front of the should be and were when i got there, not the back, no i didn't have a key but the front door should be unlocked. at that point 4 more police cars had pulled up and they all were by the door, looking in windows just a bit. i called his parents at this point, then mine. i really don't remember at all what i said to them or if it made any sense at all, but they showed up within about 5 minutes, my parents close behind. another officer came over and told me K9 was on the way and that they wanted to send the dog in first before entering the house. he asked me if there were any pets in the house. i told him a bunny in a cage in the kitchen. what cracked me up (well later, not right then) was when he got on his radio and said " i have been advised that there is a bunny in the kitchen...... yes a bunny" i assume he was talking to the K9 unit, but i find it funny he said bunny. haha
so then the dog showed up. they sent him into the house, all standing around with guns drawn and pointed, while yelling for the person to come out, or whatever. at this point the little boy lost it. thankfully his mom was there, but he kept yelling and crying for them not to shoot in his house. i felt so bad.... i almost started crying at this point, and i really don't know why i never cried, or even screamed from the beginning actually. i guess adrenaline.
after about 10 minutes or so of them searching the house they came out and told us they had not found anyone, but wanted me and the parents to go into the house and look around and see if anything seemed out of place or missing. nothing really seemed to be. after that the officer told me that no they couldn't confirm that someone had been in the house, but that he wasn't going to tell me that nobody was either... he also asked if i had ever taken a babysitting class before. haha. he said he'd never had a teenager a) leave the house before calling b) think to lock them self and the kid in a car or something c)actually make any sense while giving details (i didn't think i did, but hey, guess i did okay) he also told me that he totally believed what me and the little boy heard and saw.
while we had been in the car, the little boy's mom asked him what he saw in the house. he kept making a claw like hand and saying "this" well that didn't make any sense to any of us. but later he said he saw "this" making the claw again, and a big eye. we assume what he means was he saw someone grabbing onto the corner of the wall and peeking into the living room. which scares the shit out of me, because that means the person would have been about 5 feet from my back.
now i slept with my mom that night, and i didn't sleep well. the little boy slept with his parents and convinced them to go out to dinner (he really didn't want to go back into the house) he hasn't brought it up since though, so i hope he is doing okay.
no, nothing was ever confirmed, but nothing was ruled out either. and it still scares me. i haven't babysat since, and actually turned down one job. i know that nothing like this will ever happen again... but it was the scariest moment of my life. by far.
and that my friends is the story of how i got the entire newark police force to respond to my babysitting job.
i don't ever want to have to do that again....
lets hope i can sleep now...
emilie
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