I'm 24, female, and this happened at my old job.

My mom decided that I needed a job, one that wouldn't cause much stress, interfere with

school, and could keep me out of trouble in the weekends, so I elected the babysit for

neighbors, cousins, and other families around my neighborhood.

I was 17, not a good time with friends, and it was the easiest way to make money.

Seeing the kids face light up when they would see me made the job that much more enjoyable,

but the last group of kids I babysat were weird.

I would watch them four days a week, and I would help them with their homework and make

sure that they were fed in a sleep by seven o'clock at night.

Things were great for the first few months, but I began to feel like they were imagining

things, or something, which is when things got weirder.

Marissa was the oldest, she was eight, Larry was the middle child, he was six, and Alexis

was the baby, she was three.

I can recall one particular night when I was swamped with homework.

The kids were watching TV in the living room while I was sitting at the kitchen table.

Math wasn't the easiest subject for me, so it took more time to concentrate on, being

too focused on something else while babysitting isn't a good thing.

A while had passed until I realized that the house was strange to the quiet.

I looked up from the table to see the kids sitting on the kitchen floor, looking up at me

with those sweet eyes.

What are you doing?

I asked.

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