The Babysitter

I felt it as soon as she walked through our front door; she was coming for me. 
The way her smile curled when she patted my head.
She was possessed.
Her footsteps got closer and closer.
The lights flickered, blinding me.
A high-pitched wail pierced through my ears, "Who wants a bed time story...?"


With a jolt, I woke from my nightmare. I realised today was the day the widow was babysitting me.

Caitlin
Year 7

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