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"Satan sits on the mat outside the door

Listening in to our Urban Tale lore

He is waiting to drag our souls to hell

The scent of innocent children is his favourite smell..."

...............Her mascara caked eyes started to open slowly. The babysitter awoke to a blurred vision of a televison set. Her eyes burned badly and her hands were duct taped to her sides around her waist and around the grey folding metal chair she now sat on. She was trembling madly. The taste of coppery blood was in her mouth and it was so difficult for her to try and breathe normally due to the duct tape slapped across her mouth and the snot running out the left nostril of her nose. The television set had old black and white Betty Boop cartoons running on it. The set was the only real source of light in the basement. It was a pulsating flashy light because of the high contrast of the cartoon. The babysitter was stripped totally naked and the basement was very cold. The metal of the chair was like ice against her bare skin, yet she was sweating. What could have happend? She thought. She then remembered the children and then she pictured Neil's blood covered face. How could this be going on? A new shock of fear overcame her body. She tried to scream but failed. The intruder must have gotten the children. If that is the case why I am tied up down here? What the hell is going on? She tried to wriggle free but the tape was done over so many times it seemed impossible. She tossed her head from side to side in hopes to gain some strength somehow to her attempt at pulling the tape away from her flesh. She struggled until she was exhausted and she fell limp, throwing her head foreward. She stared down at her breasts and the silver tape that stretched across the underneath of them. She looked at her feet, her stockings were gone and her feet were all cut up and bloody from running through the broken glass of the back porch door. She looked up at the T.V. set to see Betty Boop dancing and singing. The babysitter cried as she shook her head as if to say no.

A flight of stairs was to her left and a doorway to the upstairs was there. The babysitter heard a click and a little sliver of yellow light leaked into the basement and poured down the wall slightly. She turned her head towards the yellow light. She moaned from underneath the duct tape for someone to please help save her. The door at the top of the stairs creaked as it slowly opened. More of the yellow light flooded in and down the stairs. The babysitter thrashed from side to side rattling the metal chair against the concrete floor. A shodow soon caught her eye and she stopped thrashing suddenly. The shadow began to move and the babysitter heard a high heel hit the first step leading downstairs. The door then shut and the yellow light left the stairway. The moaning of the babysitter began again followed by the thrashing metal on concrete sound. The lights from the television set were still pumping and the copper taste was getting stronger. The babysitter stopped again from exhaustion. She felt so dizzy like with each strobe of the Betty Boop cartoon the room was changing size. She tried to calm herself down. Just focus on the screen and breathe, she kept telling herself. She glared into the picture of a dog riding a rollercoaster around and around Betty Boop's house. She swallowed whatever gross liquid had built up inside her mouth and shook her matted blonde hair from her eyes. Around and Around the dog on the rollercoaster went as ragtime music played. Without hesitation after fully focusing onto the picture the babysitter began gagging. She was choking on her vomit being held back by the tape restraining her mouth. Blood mixed with phlegm gushed from her nostrils. It was like fire running from her nose. She shook uncontrollably trying to force her hands up in order to remove the duct tape from her face. She just had to force it out her two tiny nostrils. She pushed hard to make it go faster. She was choking and thrusting all about; the mess from her nose was running all down her neck and down her breasts, pooling up into her lap. The pool of puke would empty everytime the babysitter would spasm from choking splashing it onto her cut up feet below. Her entire face burned and the inside of her mouth burned even worse. It was like acid. She let out one more painful sounding grunt and pushed up with the tips of her toes off the cold ground.The babysitter managed to move this time. She had flipped herself and the chair onto it's back. The ground knocked the little amount of breathe she had left in her chest and the babysitter's vision went black.

Canary yellow pumps were all Margaret could see when she opened her eyes agains. The floor was not as cold as before and she felt that the chair was no longer taped to her body. She felt weak and disgusting. She could barely llift her head to see who was wearing the yellow pumps. She laid there still with her eyes closed again. She was scared and confused. She didn't feel sick anymore, just tired. Margaret calm down and get it together she said to herself. She thought about the yellow shoes. Those shoes were so familiar to her. Canary yellow imitation satin two and a half inch pumps with the little black bow in the back that is what they were. She remembered taking the shoe off to protect herself from the person who had killed Neil and now had the children. She thought of how crazy she must have been to think she could kick through the glass door injury free and defend herself with an imitation satin pump. She opened her eyes a little and peered up. Two little scrawny legs sprouted up from the shoes and disapperead into an oversized denim skirt. A pink blazer hung down behind the skirt almost dragging to the tiny ankles of the legs. The legs bent down and a llittle girls face began to come into Margaret's view. Two little fingers began to force her eyes open. Are you still asleep Margaret? A little girl's voice asked Wake up! Wake up! I wanna show you something Margaret! The girl said continuing to pry at the babysitter's eyelids. Margaret opened her eyes fully and saw that the little girl was Mr. and Mrs. Gordon's daughter, Nanci. "Oh my god Nanci, you are alright! Thank you, God! Margaret said as she tried to pull herself up off the sky blue plush carpet. I'm you Margaret! Nanci said. Look I am you! she said again. The babysitter saw Nanci was wearing the clothes she was wearing when she cam to babysit. I was playing dress up and I wanted to be you because you are so pretty! the little girl said. The babysitter was leaning up against bed that sat in the middle of the room she was now in. She looked at Nanci and began to cry. What's wrong? Why do you cry? the little girl asked. I am sorry i didnt ask before I borrowed your clothes to play. I am sorry I just wanted to be the best babysitter like you Margaret. Nanci said. I am just glad you are ok is all. Margaret answered. You were in the basement for nearly five hours so I got you untaped and brought you to the guest room and put one of mommy's robes on you to keep you warm. Nanci said. The babysitter looked down at the leaopard print velvet robe she was now wearing. Fancy Margaret said shaking the black feathers that cuffed the wrists a little. Pretty! Nanci yelled.

Margaret stood up slowly holding onto the bed Little Nanci was standing up on for support. It was nice to be released from the tape and have the burning feeling almost gone from her throat and face. She walked over to the guest room bathroom. It was so bright in there. The white tile reflected a million tiny sparkles into the big oval mirror which hung above the marble double sink. The babysitter turned on the faucet. She put her bloody hands underneath the stream of water instantly turning the stream red and the puddle in the sink underneath. She sighed and began to splash water onto her face. She looked up into her battered reflection in the mirror. She saw little Nanci sitting on the bed behind her. She started to think about how all this happend.

There is an emergency number on the dining room table if you need it and snacks and some left over pizza in the fridge if you want. Mrs. Gordon said. Mrs.Gordon was fumbling through some papers in a briefcase. I am so glad I could find you to babysit at such short notice Margaret. I'll be back in two days and I will indeed compensate you well. Now I do trust you won't have vistors and you will keep my house clean and follow all rules while I am away. Of course Mrs. Gordon you needn't worry about a thing. The babysitter replied. Okay well remember Thomas has to take his medication promptly after eating dinner each night and Nanci, well Nanci can usually handle herself she is smart for age. Mrs. Gordon said. Alright now be safe. I'll see you in two days Mrs. Gordon said as she hugged her two little angels goodbye for the weekend.

Margaret watched Mrs. Gordon load up her red Sudan from the large bay window in the living room. The children were sitting on the floor in front of the T.V. The babysitter walked over ot the sofa and sat down. "So, What are you two watching?" She asked. "What are you watching?" little Nanci giggled. "Well, I am supposed to be watching you two." the babysitter answered. "We are watching Felix!" Thomas yelled out. "Yeah Felix the Cat!" Nanci joined in. Margaret sat up in shock for a moment at how loud the children suddenly had gotten when spoken to. It was like she pushed a button she shouldn't have if she wanted a quiet night of catching up on Desperate Housewives and munching on Doritos. They were so quiet before almost unnoticed if not pointed out. Margaret then remembered the Felix the Cat clock her Aunt Jean used to have and how the eyes would always make Felix appear guilty looking back and forth as the seconds ticked. "Hey, I brought over some of my brothers Spongebob DVD's for you guys to watch if you want. They are right here in my bookbag." Margaret said reaching for it. As soon as her hand touched the strap of the bag Thomas snapped ahold of Margaret's wrist. No! he yelled Ouch! Margaret said with a puzzled look directed to the blonde headed seven year old boy. "We can't watch that!"Thomas scorned. "Let me go!" Margaret said. "Listen, I am in charge here and your mother has directed me that what I say goes while she is away." Thomas let go of her wrist. "I am sorry Margaret." Thomas apologized. "We'll be good. It's just we was watchin' Felix." Nanci said in Thomas' favor. The little girl crawled over to the babysitters leg and began to hug it. "It's okay you guys, I just thought you would like something a little more, I dunno modern...new I mean." The babysitter said. She couldn't help but almost melt with that cute little girl in pigtails hugging her leg.