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It was my first time babysitting alone, I think I was about 13.
I get the kids tucked in, I& #39;m sitting there reading a book thinking I& #39;m done for the night.
And then...
From the basement... there& #39;s this VOICE.
I get the kids tucked in, I& #39;m sitting there reading a book thinking I& #39;m done for the night.
And then...
From the basement... there& #39;s this VOICE.
I thought I imagined it at first, it was just such the stuff of horror films.
High-pitched, cracking, otherworldly.
I went back to reading.
And then... it started screeching again.
High-pitched, cracking, otherworldly.
I went back to reading.
And then... it started screeching again.
I went downstairs to the kitchen
I couldn& #39;t figure out what the words were, but they were unmistakably words, that much was clear.
Maybe they& #39;d... left on a radio or something?
I couldn& #39;t figure out what the words were, but they were unmistakably words, that much was clear.
Maybe they& #39;d... left on a radio or something?
I couldn& #39;t think what to do.
I locked the basement door and yelled "hello?" through it in my bravest little voice.
And friends...
That voice YELLED "HELLO?" RIGHT BACK UP AT ME.
I locked the basement door and yelled "hello?" through it in my bravest little voice.
And friends...
That voice YELLED "HELLO?" RIGHT BACK UP AT ME.
I shit you not.
Same creaky, high-pitched, otherworldly voice.
I am not superstitious.
I reasoned my way to the most logical conclusion, which was that an evil old lady was occupying the basement.
Same creaky, high-pitched, otherworldly voice.
I am not superstitious.
I reasoned my way to the most logical conclusion, which was that an evil old lady was occupying the basement.
At the same time, I knew this rationally seemed like a very unlikely scenario, and I didn& #39;t want to lose my new babysitting permissions by appearing to fake some sort of Arkham Asylum escapee situation for attention.
So I yelled down that I was calling the police (I didn& #39;t actually, for aforementioned reasons) and went to sit guard outside the kids& #39; bedroom door shaking as this eldritch voice periodically cried out from the basement depths below.
When the parents got home, FINALLY, I stammered through an explanation of what had happened, trying to hedge somehow and not appear to be either a) kid hallucinating evil basement presences or b) a babysitter who failed to call the cops on a deranged killer in the basement.
They listened patiently, opened their mouths to respond, and
FRIENDS
FRIENDS
That was when I found out that these motherfuckers had a PET PARROT they& #39;d moved to the basement because it kept waking the kids during naptime.
They just hadn& #39;t thought to mention it to me.
They just hadn& #39;t thought to mention it to me.
I shit you not.
