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10 Creepiest Things That Happened To Baby Sitters Who Were Left Alone With Kids

10 Creepiest Things That Happened To Baby Sitters Who Were Left Alone With Kids

by Ayoub Mask
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The Failed Kidnapping 

I was in grade school and was told to watch my brother a year younger than me. My doorbell rang once and I didn’t answer because I was taught not to answer the door when young and home alone. So I just ignore the ring.

Then the doorbell is pressed another five times so I assume it’s my family or a friend. I go into my dining room and peer through the window. A man in a trench coat with a hat is walking away from my home and starts pacing in my driveway.

I freak out and check that my back door is locked and get my brother to do the garage and the front door. The man comes back as my brother is sitting UNDERNEATH the door as the man is now not only knocking and ringing the doorbell but also trying to turn the door knob.

After a few minutes he goes onto the road and reverses… In his KIDNAPPER car down my street. Still wondering what would’ve happened if he turned the knob his first visit to my door.


"The Witch Is Here"

Okay so I was babysitting a two-month-old (my niece ) & a five-year-old (my other niece) at my house. The five-year-old was sleeping in my mom’s room right across from the baby’s room. I was laying in bed in the baby’s room & it’s like midnight. All of a sudden my 5 five year old niece starts screaming from across the hall. I jump out of bed & find her sitting up right in bed with her eyes closed as if she’s still sleeping & she’s pointing in the corner saying the witch is here! the witch is here! I lay her back down & she lays down as if nothing had happened. When I walk back into the baby’s room, she’s sitting up & playing patty cake & looking up at the corner in the ceiling. How does a 2 month old baby know how to play patty cake? I have no flipping idea. Freaked me out.


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It Wasn't My Brother...

Babysitting my younger brother one night at our house. I was 16. He was 11. Parents were out for a night with some friends and supposed to be home around 2 or so. About midnight I looked out of my bedroom window and saw someone standing out by our garage. I thought it was brother for some reason. Went to go down the stairs to go outside. Brother came out of his room when he heard me walking down the stairs. Needless to say, I was a little more than a little bit freaked out. Called parents and they came home. Found nobody, of course.