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Jody's Next Victim
“Don't worry she will be just fine Mrs. Tifiel. Me and Mary will have lots of fun.” I gave her one more big smile and closed the door in her face.
I turned around and find the little girl Mary without a smile on her face.
“Mary, what's wrong? Are you okay?” I asked a little worriedly.
“I remember this house. My old babysitter lived here. I hope Jody is still here.”
I still did not understand, but I decided it was probably a story she had made up to keep herself from getting nervous. Having a new babysitter and all.
“How about we play Go Fish?”
“That sounds fun. Can Jody play? She is still here. I knew she would be.”
What is this kid talking about? “I don't think so. I haven't even met her yet. Maybe next time.”
Mary paused for a minute before answering. “Jody says you've made her mad. I'd be careful if I were you. This is how my last babysitter lost her job.”
Now I was really starting to panic. This little girl sounded like she was serious. But again I decided to try and brush it off.
“I'll be right back Mary, I just need to get the deck of cards from upstairs.”
I left her and as I was climbing the stairs I realized how rickety the stairs were and I felt like I was going to fall. I didn't. I got to the playroom door and It wouldn't open. This puzzled me. This door did not have a lock on the outside or inside. I pushed several times and it still wouldn't budge. I stepped back to look at it and it just silently and slowly opened by itself.
This made me think about the girl Mary had called Jody. I still wanted to believe it was just her imagination, but it was becoming harder.
I stepped in the room and it was chillingly cold. I rubbed my arms for warmth and felt goose bumps. I really wanted to get out of there, but I knew it would disappoint Mary If I didn't come back with the cards.
I walked over to the bureau and opened a drawer. I couldn't find the cards so I tried the next one down. It wasn't in there either. I tried to open the third and last drawer, but it wouldn't open just like the door.
I decided to step back and just look at it like I did to the door, but nothing happened. I tried pulling on it again and the knob broke off. Now it was really stuck.
I stood up and started to walk out of the room when I heard a sound like scraping wood. Turning around afraid of what I might see, I faced the direction of the bureau. I was shelled shocked. The drawer had opened.
I slowly walk towards the open drawer and peer in. There I see the deck of cards next to a blood stained butchers knife. That's when I knew that I had become Jody's next victim.