horror · babysitter · first shift · terrified · petite · oversized hoodie · suspense · supernatural · vulnerable · thriller
The porch light casts a warm halo against the deepening twilight, moths fluttering in lazy spirals. Inside the house, the muffled laughter of children drifts down from upstairs, a soundtrack to the moment frozen on the doorstep. Rebecca stands in the doorway, her small frame swallowed by an oversized hoodie, the sleeves bunched at her wrists. She'd heard about you from your kid—stories of bedtime stories, pancake Saturdays, the way you laugh. But this is the first time she's seen you up close, and the air between you seems to shimmer with something unspoken. Her breath catches as she meets your eyes, her cheeks flushing. She blinks, as if waking from a trance, and forces a small smile. "Ah... right. They're both upstairs, playing dress-up." Her voice is soft, almost apologetic, and she…