Took me a while, and I edited the best I could. ~~ “All the emergency numbers are on the fridge in the kitchen, and you can contact me, my husband, or the couple we will be with if you can’t get ahold of us. Does that sound good, hon?” the woman smiled at the teenage girl, and she nodded with a smile, her braces glinting in the light. “Great. I’ll let my husband go over the rules.” “Alright, it’s no problem,” the teenager’s voice answered with a grin. She was holding the woman’s daughter, who could be no older than five, on her hip. The teenager was a small thing herself, but she seemed strong enough to carry the girl. Then again, the girl was a little thing as well, so she didn’t seem to be very heavy. “Bye, Hannah,” the woman told her daughter, kissing the top of her head. “Thanks again, Lindsay,” she smiled at the teenager. The woman walked out of the house and moments later, the woman’s husband walked to the teenager Lindsay. “Now, Lindsay, I only have a few rules. One, do not invite anyone to the house. I don’t want any friends or boys in the house. I just want you and Hannah here, okay?” Lindsay nodded. “Two, do not let Hannah watch anything above G rated movies or anything that parental guidance is needed for.” Again, Lindsay nodded. These seemed like normal rules, no big deal to the teenager. “Finally, do not go into the bedroom my wife and I share, the attic, or the basement. No matter what, do not enter any of those locations.” “No problem, sir,” Lindsay replied with a nod, though it struck her strange. Why was he being so specific? But, she wasn’t being paid five bucks an hour to ask questions. She was being paid to babysit. And she was the best babysitter in town. And she didn’t become the best by asking any questions about the rules. “Alright, that’s all. Thank you, Lindsay; we really appreciate this.” The man smiled, though it didn’t exactly meet his dark gray eyes. They almost seemed threatening, staring her down like she was a meal or prey. And why would he feel the need to do that, Lindsay wondered, though the though didn’t change her happy and helpful expression. “You’re welcome, Mr. Keels,” she nodded and smiled back, through it wavered because of the man’s stare. He nodded, kissed his daughter’s blonde head, and walked out with a wave to Lindsay. Automatically, Lindsay checked the time and saw it was half-past six in the evening, and so she decided to take Hannah to the living room. She placed the girl in her lap as she sat on the expensive couch and turned on the television, flipping through the channels before she found Finding Nemo. Rather than watch the movie with Hannah, Lindsay was looking around the living room, her eyes trailing over the beautiful, light blue walls. The television cost a fortune all by its self. It was grand and it had beautiful picture, better than Lindsay had ever seen. The couch was luxurious leather, a sleek and shiny surface helping her prove that theory. Or, so she thought. She wasn’t exactly sure as it was. It just looked really expensive and like leather. There were also expensive paintings and many pictures of the family on the walls. The main photo of the family had the family posed where the mother of Hannah had the little girl in her lap and the husband was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder. The man had a smile on his face, but once again, it didn’t meet his eyes. His eyes had a glare, and it looked like the eyes were on Lindsay, watching her eerily. Instead of focusing on the room anymore, Lindsay tried to watch the television, though she couldn’t get the feeling that the eyes were on her. <><> A couple hours later after Finding Nemo and Tinkerbell and a short dinner, Hannah was becoming tired. Lindsay carried the girl out of the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom. She tucked the girl in and started to leave, but instead of going to sleep, Hannah was now wide awake. “Lindsay?” Hannah asked the teenager. The girl turned around, her brown hair brushing at her neck to cause a small chill; yet, she wasn’t sure if it was her hair or the fact that she seemed to be watched all evening long. “Yes?” she replied, walking to the bed. She sat down beside Hannah and looked into the girl’s blue eyes. “I need Teddy or I can’t sleep,” the small child said, looking back up at her. Lindsay looked around and saw a variety of teddy bears. She stood and picked one up at random, a small bear with light blue fur. Lindsay moved to hand the bear to the child, but she shook her head. “Where’s Teddy?” Lindsay finally asked after putting the blue bear back in its place. “In Mom and Dad’s room because Mom said Teddy was hurt, so she was going to fix him.” The teenager stared at the girl in shock. Mr. and Mrs. Keels’ bedroom? She wasn’t allowed to go in their room at all. “Can’t you go to sleep without Teddy?” Lindsay asked in a soft and soothing voice. Hannah shook her head with a frown and Lindsay sighed in reply. “Okay, I’ll go get Teddy.” The teenager left the room and opened doors to find the parent’s room minutes later. Lindsay stopped in the threshold and looked around the room. This bedroom looked like a normal bedroom with a queen sized bed, two bedside tables and lamps, a dresser, a television, and a closet. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. But would Mr. Keels know if Lindsay went into the room? She most certainly wasn’t allowed inside, but the child couldn’t sleep without the bear. It was either obey the rule and the child would stay up for God knows how long or break the rule so Hannah could go to sleep. And she though the parents would rather have the child asleep. And so, she took a step inside. Lindsay turned on the light and looked around again. She didn’t see a teddy bear, but then again, it could be somewhere like the closet or the dresser or something. So, she started searching. Not to make too much of a mess, she tried to keep a memory of how everything was organized. It was much harder than she could have ever thought. After looking in the closet for a long while, she went to the dresser, but rather than find a bear, she saw a photo. It wasn’t a normal photo. It was blurry as ever, and it had a Polaroid look to it, where the picture was in a little box and there was room to write a caption. Lindsay knew it would be wrong to snoop, but she had to figure out what the photo was of. She picked up the photo and looked at it closely, squinting her brown eyes. The more she looked, the more disturbed she became. The picture seemed to be of some sort of accident, and there was red, almost like blood. Who would take a picture like that, she wondered. And as she realized that the photo wasn’t an accident, but something ever more horrible, she heard a voice behind her. “I told you were told not to come in here, Lindsay,” a deep, unfamiliar voice said, and as Lindsay turned, all she saw was black. <><> Lindsay woke up with a gasp, looking around her bedroom with wide eyes. She glanced at her alarm clock to see it was seven in the morning, just in time for her morning shift in an hour. But there was one thing she knew: She had to cancel her babysitting job with the Keels tonight.
Yeah, see, I tried but it's mystery. I can't write mystery. And when I tried, I failed and made it funny. I didn't even know it was funny. It was supposed serious, but ha, no... Oh, and hi Rhy-Rhy.