I was the absolute worst baby sitter in the world

Disclaimer: This story is not intended to offend or hurt the feelings of anyone with children with special needs. It is just a story. Do not take it seriously. I do not own any of the copyrighted characters or audio referenced in this story. <br><br>When I was about 14, my mom started pressuring me to get a job because she thought it was vitally important for teens to learn the value of a dollar. But I did not want to be just another fast food worker, I wanted something with a little more prestige, a little more respect, a little more danger, a little more adventure, and a hell of a lot less minimum wage. Being a baby sitter. <br><br>I baby sat for my neighbours for a while, the Smiths, who had two boys, Matthew (11) and James (9). Matthew was autistic and non-verbal, James had Down's Syndrome and was very loud. <br><br>The first time I baby sat for them, things were normal. I baby sat from around 6 to 11 when their parents were home. But then they asked me to baby sit overnight. I said yes, and got ready for the most boring night ever. When night came, I put the boys to bed, and decided to watch some TV. Then, I started to hear banging coming from James' room. I went in there, expecting to find him awake, but he was fast asleep. I though it was just the house settling, but then I heard it again. This time, I decided to snoop around a little. <br><br>I checked the closet, nothing. I checked under the bed, nothing. I was about to give up when I heard it again, louder than ever! I whipped around to look at James, and that's when I saw it. His eyes were open, and staring at me. His eyes were black as coal, and his skin was as white as snow. I froze, and then James sat up, and started walking towards me. I tried to run, but I couldn't. Then I heard James' voice in my ear. "I am not James. And if you want to live, you will do exactly as I say."<br><br>Then everything went black. <br><br>I woke up in my own bed, with no memory of how I got there. Then I remembered what had happened the night before, and I wrote it off as a dream. That is, until I got a phone call from the Smiths. Mrs Smith said "We're so sorry, but we don't need you to baby sit anymore." I asked why, and she said that Matthew and James told her and her husband that I was mean to them. I told her that it was just a dream, but she didn't believe me. I was very confused, but then I remembered something. I always wore the same necklace when I baby sat, a necklace that my grandma had given me before she died. It was a golden cross with a silver chain, and I didn't have it anymore! I searched my whole room, but it was nowhere to be found. Then I remembered the dream, and how James had taken it from me. <br><br>I didn't think about it again, until I got another call from the Smiths a few days later. They asked me if I could baby sit again, and I said no. Mr Smith asked why, and I told him about my "dream". They told me that it wasn't a dream, that James had been stealing things from them and hiding them in his room. They said that they hadn't been in his room since he was a baby, and that they didn't even know where his keys were anymore. They said they wanted me to get my necklace back, because they knew how much it meant to me. I said yes, and we hung up. <br><br>As soon as I hung up, I knew I had made a mistake. But I decided to go through with it anyway. When I got to the Smith's house, I was treated to a nice dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, carrots, beans, and yogurt. After dinner, I put the boys to bed, and started to snoop around. This time, I decided to search the basement instead. But Mr Smith caught me and asked what I was doing. I said I was just looking for my necklace, but he looked at me suspiciously. Then, James appeared out of nowhere and started screaming. But it wasn't a normal scream, it sounded more like this: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. For those who don't know, that is what it sounds like when you light a microphone on fire. I tried to run, but James tackled me to the ground. I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. I was just about to pass out when he stopped and ran away. <br><br>As I got to my feet, I saw the basement door open. I decided to take my chances and go downstairs. At the bottom, I saw a figure. I asked who it was, and the figure said "I am not James. And if you want to live, you will do exactly as I say." It was the same voice as in my "dream". Then the lights flickered and went out. I heard footsteps, heavy footsteps. I decided to feel my way up the stairs, but as I reached the top, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I tried to struggle, but whoever it was had a grip of iron. Then I smelled something disgusting, something like rotten milk. I heard a guttural voice in my ear say "You shouldn't be here." and everything went black. <br><br>I woke up in my own bed, with no memory of how I got there. Then I remembered what had happened the night before, and I wrote it off as a dream. Then I remembered my previous "dream", and I started to think it wasn't a dream at all. I tried to call the Smiths, but they wouldn't answer. I continued to call for the rest of the day, but they never answered. Then, I got a call from them the next morning. Mr. Smith said that James had been acting strange, and that they were in the hospital. I asked what had happened, and he said that James had tried to strangle Matthew to death. He also said that James was acting strangely, and that they thought it would be best to keep him in a psychward. I asked if I could visit him, but they said no. That was the last time I ever heard from the Smiths. <br><br>A few weeks later, I received a package in the mail. I opened it, and found my grandmas cross necklace. There was also a note. The note said "I'm still here. And I'm waiting for you."<br><br>I never saw or heard from the Smiths again. But sometimes, in the middle of the night, I swear I can hear a guttural voice saying "You shouldn't be here."