I had been looking for a babysitter for my son for months, until one day, the center finally sent someone. Her name was Emily. She entered the house quietly, took off her shoes, and walked straight to the living room without ever taking her eyes off me. At first, I thought she might be shy or nervous. But there was something in her eyes that felt… wrong. Wide, still, and completely unblinking. I asked, “Have we met before?” She smiled. “No… but I’ve been here before.” That night was supposed to be simple. My wife and I hadn’t gone out in months, and we thought we were in for a quiet evening. But within the first few minutes, I sensed something strange in the house. A soft, steady breathing, as if coming from the corners of the rooms, seeped into my mind with every passing second… Later, after my wife left, I decided to check on things. My son was asleep in his room, and Emily sat silently on the couch. But something was off… Her eyes were still fixed and wide, like a doll’s. Her soft breathing echoed in the silent house. Suddenly, I noticed my son wasn’t moving at all. I rushed to his bed, shouting, “Are you okay?!” But he just stared at the ceiling, a faint, strange smile on his lips — one I had never seen before. I turned to Emily. She was still smiling. In a quiet, almost whispering voice, she said, “He hasn’t been alone for a long time.” My heart pounded in my chest. I reached for the phone, but when I turned back, Emily was standing over the bed. And my son… his eyes were completely white, staring at her. A loud, inhuman laugh echoed from the corner of the house. Emily’s eyes never moved, yet her smile grew wider by the second. And I realized… This babysitter had never come here to babysit. One moment, my son turned his head toward me, and in a voice that was no longer his own, he said: “Thank you for bringing me… now it’s your turn
