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- The Baby-Sitter
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- zzzZZZZZ
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- dsfbakdsfbkhcjhcbxkvbkxb
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- The voice came next. Low and guttural, wrong. "Hilary."
- Her blood ran cold. It wasn't a man's voice. It wasn't even human. It was something else, an intonation that crawled along her skin. She clutched the edge of the desk chair, her knuckles white.
- Owe Them? A shiver went down her spine. She recalled the tales she had told the twins, the games she had played with them, the Spell she'd done in jest for them. Was that what They meant? Had she made some sort of bargain unwittingly?
- "Hilary." it repeated, stretching out her name like a tease. "You owe us.
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- The tapping stopped, and there was complete silence. Then the doorknob quivered. Hilary's breath caught in her throat as the door bucked violently, the wood groaning under the pressure. She scrambled to her feet, her eyes darting around the room for something—anything—she could use to defend herself. But the room was bare, save for the twins' beds and a few scattered toys.
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- "Hilary." it hissed, insistent. "Let us in."
- "No," she whispered, shaking. "Go away."
- The shaking stopped and the silence flew back. Hilary stood rigidly, her heart hammering against her ribcage. She waited, listening, but it was nothing. No tapping, no voice, no sound altogether.
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- She turned toward the twins; her voice barely above the whisper. "Andrew, Adam, wake up."
- "Andrew, listen tome," she said, dropping on her knees beside his bed. "What do They want? Why are They here?"
- Andrew stirred, his green eyes flying open. "Hilly?" he murmured sleepily.
- Andrew's eyes went wide and he sat up, clutching his blanket. "You didn't do the Spell," he said, his voice shaking. "You have to do it, Hilly. You have to, or They'll come in.
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- Hilary's stomach dropped. "But I did do it," she said. "I did it when I put you to bed."
- Andrew shook his head." You have to do it again. Every time. Grandma said so."
- It felt like someone had sucker-punched her in the gut. And all she could think about, over and over, was the screaming and laughing man in the gorilla mask. She wondered if he knew anything of the Spell, failed to do it, and was taken by Them.
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- Hilary was sitting on the floor of the twins' room, her back against the door, her breathing shallow. Andrew stirred in his bed, murmuring something unintelligible, while Adam lay still, his small chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. The room was quiet now, but the silence felt wrong-too heavy, too deliberate, as if the house itself were waiting for her next move.
- “Okay,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’ll do it.”
- The tapping started again, louder this time, more frantic. Hilary’s hands shook as she stood and moved to the door. She didn’t believe in magic, not really, but what choice did she have? If it kept the twins safe, if it kept Them out, she’d do it.
- Andrew nodded gravely. "Touch the doors. Spin on your right leg. Kiss your fingers. Three times."
- Andrew nodded, his small face serious. "They're gone. For now."
- Hilary swallowed hard and reached out, her hand trembling as it came in contact with the door. She spun on her right leg, almost losing her balance, then kissed her fingers one by one. She repeated the ritual twice more, her heart pounding at every step.The instant she was done, the tapping ceased. The silence was back, but this time different. Lighter. Safer. Hilary turned to Andrew, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did it work?"
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- She looked toward the dark stain on the floor outside-the one she had watched seemingly get licked clean. The image seared into her mind, and her stomach roiled. What had just occurred? The man in the gorilla mask, his laughter, his screams, the chittering-none of it made sense. Yet deep down, she knew it wasn't over. Not yet.
- Hilary didn't feel any relief. She moved back to the bed and sat down, pulling Andrew close. "What are They, Andrew? What do They want?"
- Hilary's blood ran cold. She thought of the strange echoes in the hall, of the way the house seemed to watch her, of the stain on the floor. She thought of the man in the gorilla mask, his screaming, his laughter. Had he been running from Them? Had he known what lay in here?
- Andrew twisted small hands in the blanket, hesitating. "Grandma said they live in the walls," he said at last. "They don't like people. They don't like noise. That's why we do the Spell. It keeps them happy."
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- Hilary's fingers were still shaking as she reached for the chair she had jammed under the doorknob. She didn't dare remove it; whatever had been out there, whatever had taken the man, might still be lurking. She thought of the Spell-the strange ritual the twins had insisted on. Silly, at the time-a harmless game, humoring two imaginative six-year-olds. Now, she wasn't so sure.
- But this time, she was ready.
- A sudden crash downstairs made her jump. She clutched Andrew tightly, her eyes darting to the door. Whatever was in the house wasn't over yet.
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- The twins' grandmother had taught them the Spell. This was her house first, they'd said. And her grandmother's before her. Hilary shivered. How many generations had lived here? How many had known about Them? And what exactly were They?
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- The sound of fingernails tapping stopped her cold, the soft tapping in the hall once again-slow and measured, as on wood, turned into hard rapping, closer, her heart pounding hard in her chest. She pressed against the door harder now, the weight of her body perhaps against whatever was trying to get through on the other side.
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