Scary Story Contest: Kristen Titterington

While baby-sitting the new neighbors' children for the first time, Katie answered the phone. She was expecting her friend, Sierra Thomas. Instead, she heard a deep voice filled with venomous anger.

"Don't think you can run away from me. I'll get my revenge."

Katie was left with the dial tone buzzing in her car. Immediately, a million questions went flying through her head, like the opening of a floodgate with a question for every drop of water.

Where did he get this number? Was he talking to me or to the Callahans? Who is this guy? What's he going to do? Every question was just answered by more questions, until Katie was so overwhelmed she fell into a chair.

She had to figure out how to protect the sleeping Callahan children. What if the crazy lunatic came to the house? Should she call the parents and tell them? What if the guy was already in the house? Katie had to stop asking questions before she went completely crazy.

She decided to call her parents, then she remembered that they had left to go camping for the day. Katie decided to call Sierra to get advice from her, and to ask her to come over.

Five minutes later Sierra and her parents were with Katie. Suddenly, they all heard an old clunky car pull up the street and into the Callahan's driveway.

"Sierra," her father instructed, "go over to the neighbor's house and call he police."

Sierra left and they heard the car's engine shut off and a door close. "Katie, go up with the kids and be ready to get them out of the house if something goes wrong. The Mrs. and I will take care of thing down here."

Katie did as she was told, with her heart beating 100 times a second. She didn't like this, not one bit. What if something happened that noone could control? All the time she was upstairs, her ears were ready, ready for anything that could tell her what was going on.

Finally, she heard a click, followed by a deafening silence. It felt as if the whole house was waiting for something to happen. Then there was that voice, the one on the phone, the one that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

"Where are the Callahans?"

"I don't know," Mr. Thomas replied. "We just came to see the house because we heard it was for sale."

"I don't see a for sale sign." A chilling silence filled the house. "I'll give you one minute to get tout of here. Don't look back, call noone. If you don't follow my instructions, you will be sorry. I never lie."

Katie could hear the retreating footsteps and the door opening and closing. Now she knew she had to get the kids out. Would she have enough time? She would have to act fast, so she started to wake the kids. She was in the process of shaking one awake when she heard the footsteps. With each step the house shuddered. With each step the danger grew nearer. Then they stopped.

Slowly Katie raised her eyes. In the darkened doorway stood the very picture of fear.

"Hello, Katie. I was hoping we would meet some day."

"Who are you?"

"Don't you know me? I fill your mind when you wake at night. I come to you when you're home alone. I'm your worst nightmare."

The next morning, police knocked on Katie's parents' door. "I'm sorry to inform you, but your daughter was found this morning buried in the Callahan's backyard. The children she was baby-sitting are missing, as well as the man described by Mr. and Mrs. Thomas. Sierra and her parents called the police last night and informed us of what had happened. After we got the call from Sierra Thomas, she went missing as well."

"What do you mean? She's been here all night. Katie, can you come here?"

When Katie came down the stairs and looked at him, the policeman froze as he was met with the same piercing blue eyes that had stared into his own just that morning in the Callahan's backyard.

- Kristen Titterington is a Tonganoxie Junior High School student.


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