“I need to tell you something before we leave.”
The mother stood nervously near the front door while the babysitter put down her bag.
“There’s one rule in this house.”
The babysitter laughed softly. “Okay…”
The woman’s smile disappeared.
“If you hear a child crying upstairs after 11 PM…”
“…do NOT go look.”
The babysitter froze.
Before she could ask anything else, the parents quickly left.
At first, everything felt normal.
Quiet house.
TV running softly.
Rain outside.
Then exactly at 11:07 PM…
she heard it.
A little girl crying upstairs.
The babysitter’s heart started pounding.
She grabbed her phone and texted the mother immediately:
“I hear the child.”
Three dots appeared.
Then stopped.
A full minute passed before the reply came through.
And when she read it…
her blood ran cold.
“We don’t have a daughter.”
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The babysitter stared at the message, unable to breathe.
“We don’t have a daughter.”
Another cry echoed from upstairs.
Long.
Painful.
Almost desperate.
Her hands shook as she called the mother immediately.
No answer.
The crying suddenly stopped.
Silence filled the house.
Then came the sound of slow footsteps above her head.
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
The babysitter backed away from the stairs, terrified.
That’s when another message appeared on her phone.
“Take our son and leave the house NOW.”
At that exact moment, the upstairs bedroom door slowly opened by itself.
The hallway light flickered.
And a small shadow appeared at the top of the stairs.
The babysitter ran to grab the little boy sleeping on the couch.
But before reaching the front door, the child suddenly woke up and whispered:
“She’s angry again.”
The babysitter felt pure panic.
“Who’s angry?”
The little boy looked toward the staircase.
“The girl in my room.”
A loud bang exploded upstairs.
The lights went out instantly.
The babysitter screamed and rushed outside carrying the boy into the rain.
Minutes later, the parents arrived in tears.
The father finally confessed the truth.
Years earlier, before they bought the house, a little girl had died in the upstairs bedroom.
Since moving in, every babysitter had heard the crying.
None ever stayed after midnight.
The family had tried selling the house three times.
But every new owner left within weeks.
The babysitter never returned.
But months later, she still couldn’t forget one thing.
When she looked back at the upstairs window before escaping…
She saw a little girl standing behind the glass.
Smiling at her.
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