I'm a teenager, a 15 year old teenager. As a teenager, I
have expenses, and my Mother isn't always willing to pay
for these, so I seek money in other ways. I baby-sit quite
often for this lovely little couple who live in the
apartment above me.
First, a bit of my history with the apartment above. I had
never gone in it until I started baby sitting, but it
always was a bit unnerving. I moved in around February of
2003. From the very first night, we heard something
stomping around the floor at all hours of the night.
Figuring the occupants were night owls, we just assumed
they were noisy. However, they moved out not too long after
we moved in, after we got used to their stomping. It was
during summer vacation, so I was often on till the small
hours of the morning, you know, 1 A.M, 2 A.M 3 A.M... And
I still heard that stomping. It couldn't be a cleaning
crew, it was too early... But I heard something.
Well, when I got my job as baby-sitter for this devilish (
not literally) four year old who now occupied the apartment
now, I was uneasy the moment I walked in. Just something
irked me about this house. I ignored it, figuring it was
just my imagination running away with me. When the parents
left, things went all right for a bit. However, soon I was
sitting in her room playing barbies with the little girl,
and I got this scary feeling that something else was in the
room with me. This feeling got progressively worse until I
just persuaded the girl to go and watch TV in the main
room. Almost immediately when I stepped out, I felt better.
Like I was safe.
Well, a few times later and I got that same feeling. Well,
I ignored it. However, one weekend the parents were going
to a business trip, and asked me to stay over there and
watch their four year old for the weekend. I agreed, the
money would be great.
Around 10 P.M that night, we were in the little girl's
room, and I got that feeling, stronger then ever. The power
had surged. Once the lights came back on, there was
this 'peek-a-boo'. The little girl had a toy that
says 'peek-a-boo' and it sounded just like it. The only
problem with it, is the toy is up on a shelf above her
head, and it's alone. To get it to say 'peek-a-boo' you
have to practically beat on it's stomach. I was in a panic,
and scooped her up and bolted from the room.
1 A.M came around, and I decided it would be best to put
her to sleep in her bed. When I had gotten her in her
bedroom to put on her pajamas, she started to scream and
cry. Telling me "there is in monster in her room, she
didn't want to go in. It pushes on her tummy when she's
trying to sleep and she doesn't like it.". I, a strong
believer in the paranormal, slowly backed up away from the
room, with her clinging to my leg. I shut the door, as it
gave me a false sense of security that it would contain
whatever was in her room.
Later that night, she fell asleep on the couch, and I fell
asleep too. I'm not sure if this was just my imagination
whisking me off again, but I had this dream, that some
dark, shadowy mound was sitting on her chest, with strands
of it creeping for her neck. She was asleep, however. I
bolted awake not long after I had that dream, scooped her
up, and whisked her off down to my house, where she
remained for the rest of the weekend.
Also, she has been known to be in a room, and she'd
scream "STOP HITTING ME PATRICIA!". I always assumed she
was just being annoying. But sometimes I wonder...
To this day, I will not stay in that house past dark.
Write me back, please, with opinions or advice.
Contact me here: NyokoKuri@aol.com
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