The summer of fear
Chapter one
Finally! I had a summer job, babysitting. Which ment freedom of buying whatever I wanted, and no longer complaing to mom and dad about gas money. (Well, at least until August.) what sucked majorly, though, was that my babysitting job was all the way in Barbersville, an hour and a half drive. I was almost there, but starting to get hungry, so I stopped a local chineese restraunt to get something to eat. After getting my plate of sweet and sour chicken with noodles and egg drop soup, I recieved a fortune cookie. After I finished eating, I cracked open the cookie, shoved it away, and pulled out the message inside. (I'm not fond of fortune cookies.) My mouth dropped when I read the text on the slim peice of paper. In small print it read: 'Your life is in danger. Leave this city, and don't return.' What did that mean? How was my life in danger? I started to panic, then almost started laughing at myself. It was just a dumb fortune cookie, it couldn't be true. Could it?
Chapter two
Soon, I arrived at the house I would be babysitting at. And wow, it was a nice house! Huge. 3 stories, with a big wrap around porch and bay windows. I walked up to the front door, and just as I reached my hand out to knock, I was greeted by a little boy who looked about the age of four. His shirt was stained with spaghetti-o's, and his hair was a mess. He smiled at me though, a big cheesey grin. "Hi!" he chirped. I smiled. "Hi, little guy. Are you parent's home?" I asked. All of a sudden, a tall women in a long green dress entered the room. "Sorry about that! This is my son, Carson. He likes to answer the door, even though he's not supposed to." said the woman, eyeing her son. He shrieked, then ran away. "Oh, its fine. It's nice to meet you. I'm Jaysa, the babysitter." I said as I stuck out my hand. "Nice to meet you, sweetie. I'm Danielle. My husband and I are going out for the night, we won't be later then 9:30. Emergency phone numbers are on the fridge, and feel free to help yourself to anything, okay?" she explained to me in a rush as she grabbed for her purse. Her husband showed up behind her, and kept his eyes on his cell phone. "Oh, and Grace is sleeping upstairs. She should be awake in about an hour or so. Formula is in the fridge! Okay, does that cover everything?" she asks as she swings her purse over her shoulder and does a quick hair toss. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks. I'll see you guys later." I say. They leave. After a few minutes, I hear a sound coming from upstairs. It sounds like something is screaming. Like there being murdered. I freeze.
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