The Baby-sitter - Creative Writing

Peering out of the window, Elisha who was seventeen, wondered how long her boyfriend Neil would be with the Chinese.

Suddenly a boom of thunder shook the house, followed by a fork of lightning which lit up the surrounding countryside. Hearing a loud cry from upstairs, she realised the oncoming storm had woke her younger sister.

"God! That's all I need," Elisha thought as she grudgingly climbing the stairs.

She realised that her night of babysitting wasn't going to be a walk in the park.

She tucked her sister, McKenzie back up, read her a story and kissed her on the forehead as she drifted back to sleep.

Elisha crept back downstairs and started watching T.V, it was 9.30pm, Neil was due to arrive soon.

'Creek!' Noises were coming from upstairs, it couldn't be her sister as she had fallen back to sleep.

'Creek!' Elisha didn't think much of it.

The phone started to ring.

"Hello?" Elisha answered.

"Come upstairs, I'm waiting," the voice replied.

"Neil pack it in being silly you idiot," Elisha laughed.

"Ha ha haaa!" she heard as the phone went dead in her hands. Elisha thought it was just Neil messing about, and chuckled to herself.

After two minutes the phone began to ring again.

"What now Neil?" Elisha asked.

"Come upstairs, I'm still waiting!"

"Oh shut up you nutter!" She luaghed

"Just remember, I'll be waiting. Ha ha haa!"

Elisha hung up the receiver. Within five minutes the phone began to ring again.

"What?" Elisha screamed down the phone.

"Hello babe, what's the matter with you?" asked the person on the other line.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm getting a little bored now!"

"What you on about? I'm just ringing to let you know I'll be about twenty mins."

"Oh right? It mustn't have been you!"

"O.k. then," Neil said confused, "see you later."

Banging from upstairs was still happening and the phone calls kept repeating themselves, so finally she decided to unplug the phone.

Ten minutes later everything started going fine up until her mobile phone started to ring. Peering at the screen, Elishas' heart skipped a beat, the screen read 'home'. Shaking, she answered the phone.

"H...h...he...ll...loo?"

"Come upstairs bitch!"

Dropping the phone, Elisha sat in the dark room watching the flickering T.V; tears were streaming down her face. She managed to phone the police and her boyfriend, by now she could hardly move. Her big beautiful blue eyes had turned red due to all the tears.

Shaking as her phone rang again, with her house number appearing on her screen; she sprung up and threw the phone across the room. She dashed to the front door, as she reached it, the door flung open, it was Neil! He slammed the door shut behind him. Before Elisha could say anything, he was dragging her upstairs behind him.

Barging into McKenzie's room, they saw in horror her little body sprawled out body on the floor, she was covered in stab wombs head to toe. You couldn't see her little cute face as it was covered in blood.

"Arghhhhhh!" they both screamed. Tears were gushing down there faces. Running down the stairs and out of the front door, they found several armed response police dashing towards them. The police ran straight past them, through the door and up the stairs.

The teenager and her boyfriend carried on running till they got to the end of the drive. They stood there cuddling each other in the thunder and lightning, starring up at the house in fear, crying so hard there vision had gone blurry.

After about fifteen minutes of pure horror, an officer walked over to them with a weary look on his face.

"I'm so sorry about your loss. We have a serious case on our hands, we cannot find the killer. But we are trying to our best; we will let you know if we find any information."

Not knowing what to do with their selves, Distraught Elisha and Neil wondered into the back garden arm in arm. By now it was hailing very hard, the trees were whistling, and the moon was bright.

Dialling her mum and dad, Elisha looked around.

"Arghhhh!"

Her wet mobile smashed onto the floor, to see in horror a pair of eyes glaring down at her. The 'thing' was moving closer and closer, the eyes were getting bigger and more frightening. She couldn't quite make out what it was. Was it a human or wasn't it? It couldn't be, it was covered in brown mattered hair. It was wearing a ripped grey t-shirt and some wraggy torn trousers.

Fearing for their lives, they ran towards the gate, but it was all in vain..