My Sugar Daddy asked me to stay with his kid. Five nights later, I'm calling the police.

Jan 2015<br><br>My life has been on the upswing lately. I had fallen on hard times with a huge debt and student loans to pay off, so I took matters into my own hands. I became a sugar baby.<br><br>It was a three day a week gig, where I would go over to a very “generous” man’s house, do some odd jobs, and sometimes we would hook up. I had only been doing it for a few months, but it was helping me pay off my debt, and I was getting good head. I wasn’t complaining. <br><br>My sugar daddy’s name was Mr. Hemmings, and he was a very wealthy man. One day he offered me a very odd job, but he said he was willing to pay me extra for it, so I took it. <br><br>I was going to house-sit for five nights, alone, at his beach house. He had a step-son who had passed away, but his room was still in tact. There was a security guard who would drive up every night at eight and walk around the property, but it was basically me alone for five nights.<br><br>The only catch was that I had to check on a doll every night. It was supposed to be a comfort thing for his son, and it brought his wife peace. It was in the attic, so I could only go up once a night. I had to check the doll, make sure he was good, and come back down. There were cameras around the property, and if they didn’t see me in the attic, they would call the cops.<br><br>That sounded like a small catch for the amount they were offering me, so I agreed. I hopped in my car and headed up to the North Shore. It was a beautiful house overlooking the water, so the scenery wasn’t so bad. I spent the day exploring and reading, and I had read so long I fell asleep in the “guest room.” It was 7:45. <br><br>I jumped out of bed and ran up to the attic, hoping they wouldn’t call the cops. As I walked through the hallway, I noticed a door to the side had a small table in front of it, blocking the way. There was a little sign on the door that read “do not enter” and a very expensive-looking lock on the door. I shrugged and kept walking towards the stairs to the attic.<br><br>I walked up the creaky stairs, opened the door, and hit the light. “Hello?” I said. I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for, but I knew my step-brother had passed away two months prior, so I knew it wasn’t a real person. <br><br>There he was. A life-size porcelain doll, with a blue suit and blue tie. He looked a little creepy, but I ignored the feeling and said “hey buddy, how ya doing?” I started to walk towards him, and I noticed he had a paper attached to his chest. I approached it cautiously, looking at the cameras on the walls. I read the paper aloud: “I’m doing well, I’m watching you. If you need anything, I can help. –Jed.”<br><br>I stumbled backwards a little bit, and I grabbed onto a box next to me for support. “Jed? Is that you? I’m good thanks!” I dropped the paper onto Jed’s lap and turned to walk away, when I noticed a piece of paper on the stairs.<br><br>I picked it up, and it read: “I know you aren’t Jed. I know what you’re doing. I’m watching you.” I dropped the paper and took off in a sprint, down the stairs, and into the room I was staying in. I locked the door and dove under the bed, afraid to come out.<br><br>I didn’t even close my eyes until I heard them patrolling the property. I calmed myself down, and went to sleep in the guest bed, too afraid to get out from under the bed.<br><br>I woke up at 7:30 the next day, to the sound of the doorbell. It was the security guard. I couldn’t leave, though, because the cameras were still on me. I opened the peephole, and said “hello!” The guard smiled and said “just a precautionary walk-through, ma’am.” I nodded, still a little bit jumpy. I had almost forgotten about it until he reminded me. I mouthed “thank you.” After a few minutes, I heard the door close. It was 8:45. I couldn’t check on Jed until the cameras turned off.<br><br>I decided to pass the time by watching TV. I started a show on Netflix, and got comfortable in bed. I started to get a little more relaxed as the episodes went on. I was in season two when I heard the noise. It sounded like the front door, opening. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. I whispered to the operator “someone walked in my front door. I don’t live here, I’m the house-sitter.” <br><br>I waited silently as the operator put me on hold. I heard another noise, this one louder. It was coming from the stairs. I started to sweat and grab my things. I quietly opened the bedroom door, and closed it behind me, then ran out the back door of the house, into the woods. <br><br>I found a tree and hid behind it for a few minutes. I heard the police sirens behind me. I turned to see what was happening, and a police car sped past me, up to the house. <br><br>The cameras were off, but I didn’t have time to go check the doll. I needed to get to safety. I took off in a sprint, and made it to the cops before anyone else could. “A man broke in!” I yelled. The police rushed inside, but came back empty-handed. “Ma’am, no one is in the house. There are no signs of forced entry,” one of the officers said. <br><br>“Check the stairs, I heard him coming from there,” I said. They went back inside. Again, they came back empty-handed. “Ma’am, you need to calm down and stop thinking about action movies,” one cop said. I was getting frustrated. “I’m trying to tell you, someone was in there!” The cop looked at me and said “we’re going to search every room. If you can tell us where you were, that will help us figure out where he was.”<br><br>“I was in the guest room!” I said. The cops all went inside, and I sat on the steps, waiting for them to find something. I was distracted for a minute when a car pulled up. “Did you call the cops?” I heard a man yell from the car. “What the hell is going on?” he said, as he walked towards me. “You called the cops? What happened?” he said. I was so worried that I was in trouble, I couldn’t even answer. <br><br>I turned to him and said “you know what’s going on, you know damn well what’s going on!” The cops turned to me and said “excuse me, ma’am, is there a problem here?” “No problem here,” Mr. Hemmings said, “my guess just has cabin fever.” That statement lit a fuse in me.<br><br>“Cabin fever? You think I have cabin fever? You think that’s why I’m calling the cops? You know there is someone in that damn house! You know what’s going on, and you’re hiding it! You know I’m not insane, because you’re hiding it! You sent someone here, you sick freak!” The cops looked shocked. They couldn’t believe he was acting so calm, as if he had done nothing wrong. <br><br>That’s when I saw it. As they were walking towards us, it caught my eye. The piece of paper on the stairs. I ran towards it and grabbed it. “This! This is the problem! Did you write this? Did you send someone to tell me this?” I read it aloud “I know you aren’t Jed. I know what you’re doing. I’m watching you.” The cops gasped in unison. <br><br>Then I heard it. The laugh. It was like a little kid’s laugh, a giggle. It was coming from the steps behind me. I turned and looked at the cops, who had the same look on their faces. I turned back to the stairs, and I said “you think this is funny? You think this is a game?” <br><br>That’s when I heard him. “I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at him! You’re not my step-brother, so you must be his new girlfriend. You’re very pretty. Can I come say hi?” I had heard enough. I cocked back and punched Mr. Hemmings in his face. “I’m calling the cops.” <br><br>The cops grabbed me and held me back. “Wait, you’re not going to arrest him? What the hell is this?” One cop shook my arm. “Ma’am, we’re going to ask you to calm down.” I shook my arm loose. “Arrest him right now, or this isn’t over.” The cops looked at each other, and then back at me. “We’re going to have to ask you to leave,” one cop said. <br><br>I couldn’t believe it. They weren’t taking me seriously. I had read too many horror stories to go back. “Fine,” I said. “I’m leaving. But if I see any of you ever again, I’m calling the cops.” I took off in a sprint to my car, and sped away from the house. <br><br>As I was driving, I looked back to see the cops and Mr. Hemmings watching me