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Ah, what a selection. Babysitting your younger brothers, you say. And you want to give them a fright they'll never forget?

Let's see here. Babysitter Bloodbath 2. Slumber party Slaughterhouse 6th, the reburth birthday. Oh, well, I may be a decomposing supernatural accolades of the fallen one, but even I am tethered to certain rules.

Let's see some ID.

Says here, you're a 6'foot-seven organ donor from Alaska.

Hmm, well, good enough for me.

But if I may make my own suggestion,

now this is a very special tale,

the story of a young, petulant girl and her annoyance with her little brother.

Being a sibling caregiver is complicated enough without the influence of unearthly interlopers dripping with vile purpose.

You see, Sarah was left to her own devices when it came to babysitting her baby brother.

Turns out, she'd need to use every one of them to keep out the things that had one demand.

Bring me the child.

A shadow stands before a mirror suspended in swirling indefinite blackness.

The glass surface shimmers like lake water as the sun dips below the horizon

and reveals a young girl staring back into this sprawling nowhere place.

The command comes from everywhere and nowhere,

a sibilant grinding, the sizzle of raw meat over a roiling flame.

Bring me, my child.

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