Once I was babysitting at night, and after the kids were bed I was watching TV. I saw a figure outside out of the corner of my eye, and then I heard the doorbell ring. I immediately thought of this story and had myself convinced it was a murderer at the door. I went over to the window to see who it was, but the bush was in the way, so I just waited and hoped whoever it was would leave. They only got more impatient, so I finally went to the door. Turns out it was just my mother. I can't remember what she wanted, only that she wasn't happy about me not letting her in.
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Posted 02 August 2005 - 01:12 AM
One time when I was babysitting, somebody called the house I was babysitting at and told me they were upstairs and blah blah the whole urban legend bit. Funny thing was I happened to be in a one story house. I love my friends.
"Don't call me seņor! I'm not a Spanish person. You must call me Mr. Biggles, or Group Captain Biggles, or Mary Biggles if I'm dressed as my wife, but never seņor."
A friend did that once. He had her older brother call the house that I was babysitting, while he snuck in the house (it was his house, he was supposed to be on a date. haha they fought and she stormed off)
When I went upstairs to check on the little ones, he jumped out and scared the living crap out of me... it was supposed to be an april fools day joke. I let the little kids kick the crap out of him the next day