The Babysitter story is an unnerving story dependent on a urban legend about a young lady who is keeping an eye on kids one night when she gets a frightening telephone call from an odd man. It is otherwise called “The Babysitter and the Man Upstairs”. A rendition of this story showed up in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.
There was a young lady who needed a vocation had the option to look for some kind of employment as a sitter for a couple who lived in a huge, disengaged, old house. They were going out to see a motion picture that night and left the high school sitter responsible for their three youthful youngsters.
The sitter put the youngsters to bed when it got late and after that went down the stairs to observe some TV. She was simply getting settled when she heard the telephone ringing. When she addressed, everything she heard was substantial breathing pursued by a man’s voice asking, “Have you kept an eye on the kids?”
Gone crazy, she hung up the telephone, endeavoring to persuade herself that it was simply somebody playing a useful joke on her. She returned to sitting in front of the TV however around 15 minutes after the fact, the telephone rang once more. She got the beneficiary and heard insane chuckling from the opposite stopping point. At that point a similar voice asked “For what reason haven’t you kept an eye on the kids?”
The sitter pummeled down the telephone. Poor people young lady was startled out of her minds and quickly called the police. The administrator at the police headquarters told the sitter that if the man called once more, she should endeavor to keep him talking. That would give the police time to follow the call.
A couple of minutes after the fact, the telephone rang a third time and when the sitter addressed it, she heard the overwhelming breathing once more. The voice on hold said “You should keep an eye on the kids.” The sitter tuned in to him chuckling insanely for quite a while. She hung up the telephone again and very quickly, it rang once more.
This time it was the administrator from the police headquarters who shouted, “Escape the house at the present time! The calls are originating from the upstairs telephone!”
The sitter dropped the telephone in stun and abruptly she heard overwhelming strides strolling down the stairs. Without stopping for a second, she came up short on the house as quick as her legs would convey her. Similarly as she shut the front entryway behind her, a man’s hand pummeled against the glass. She shouted and ran out into the road similarly as a squad car was pulling up outside.
The police looked through the house and found the two kids upstairs, stowing away in a storage room, crying wildly. In the guardians’ room, they found a grisly hatchet lying on the floor beside the upstairs telephone. The back window was wide open and the drapes were blowing in the breeze. There was no indication of the maniac who had made the phonecalls. He had gotten away into the night when the police arrived and figured out how to intrude on his appalling intend to murder the two youngsters and the poor sitter.