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Enjoy the show. I was about 13 or 14, and I was babysitting two boys for some church members. I had done it before, and the kids loved me. The parents were very comfortable with me as well. This was a night that they were

going to be gone for pretty much the whole evening, at least until 2.30 in the morning. I was doing it for

free that day because they were going to do some church-related things, and that's just how I rolled.

Anyway, the house they lived in was an apartment complex.

You know those small ones that have two floors and four places in each spot?

They're on the bottom floor, with two bedrooms on either side of the apartment with the kitchen on the left and the living room on the right,

with the sliding glass door to a small patio

and a public bathroom next to the front door. It was about 1.30, and I knew they would be getting

home soon. The kids were knocked out. This was before Netflix or online services, and they had a

couple of DVDs and VHSs, so we watched the

lamb before time to make the night go quicker.

I was already very tired and had nodded off a couple of times.

At about two, I could hear knocking at the front door, knowing the parents had a key,

I did nothing, but sit there in the dark with the

TV glowing. Being a paranoid person and one who watches and reads enough horror, I grabbed a

baseball bat that was next to the couch. And what happened next? Will haunt me forever. I heard a small voice,

almost like a young woman's. Oh dear, that won't help you, it said. My heart stopped,

and I realized the patio door didn't have the blinds shut.

My eyes shifted slowly to the door, and I see someone on the patio staring in.

I couldn't make anything out other than the fact that they were very short and wide.

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