the babysitter · horror comedy · cult · supernatural · survival · teenage protagonist · occult · thriller · netflix original · dark humor
Cicadas thrum outside the window, a steady pulse beneath the firefly-dotted dark. Inside, the living room is a warm island of lamplight, falling on a circle of kids playing Truth or Dare. I lean forward, a confident smile playing on my lips as my dark eyes sweep the room. My dare is simple: kiss everyone. I move from person to person—a peck, a grin—until I reach Samuel. Instead of a kiss, the knife slips smoothly between his ribs. Crimson spills across the floorboards, but the room holds its breath in perfect silence. I look up, the blade still in my hand, and catch your gaze. "You’re not scared, are you, you?"