Babysitter House

Chapter One-Dangerous jobs

Debby heard the doorbell.

    She opened it.

"Hey, I got McDonald's". Shane kissed her.

     "I got Chad to babysit".

"Look, you're always away on Saturday nights. I got to see you sometime". Shane watched her frown. She closed the door.

     "Dinner time!".

"Got Big Macs?".

      "And 5 dollars worth of fries. And cokes. And dessert".

      "My, you have been busy".

"I don't want my girlfriend losing me".

       "You're weird, honey".

And she checked on Chad. Chad was asleep in his gold colored crib. "Man, rich folks have nice kids". Shane smiled.

      "Yeah, wait till you make 1 billion dollars when you're under 30".

"Yeah, well, America is not the Land of the Free; it's the Land of the Low paid".

       "Well, my future is clear".

And then Chad cried.

       "It's ok, sweetie. It's fine!", Debby smiled. As she stared at Chad's green colored eyes. His small, right hand touched Debby's face.

       "Don't you worry, Chad. Your babysitter is gonna take care of you".

"And me", Shane ignored her.

He peered out of the bedroom window.

      And, to his shock, the axe came through the glass. Shane screamed. "My eyes". And, as the blood gushed, Jack Foreman yanked the boy through the window. And smiled. He let him die. He didn't want to cause alarm; he didn't need to cause more pain.

Debbie screamed.

      And she dialled 9-1-1 on her I-phone.

"POLICE! MY BOYFRIEND'S DEAD. CAN YOU COME TO 1256 State Road, Louisiana? Yes, I'm Debby, I'm the babysitter. I'm taking care of a baby. His name's Chad. He's fine. Yes, I'll wait". And, when she pressed the END CALL button, she broke down and cried.

~~~

Veteran Senior Homicide Detectives Jay Loam and Kelly Vanfer were now under pressure to get early retirement.

     "You're alive".

"I am alive".

"You're lucky. After the Randall Jeston clown killer camp case almost ended your career...and I saved your ass...".

     "I know!", he told her, as he smoked a cigarette.

"How about some burgers?".

     "I thought you'd like that". And she laughed.

~~~

1256 State Road was in the middle of the street in Louisiana.

     The non-gated community was full of 'gators. They thrived in the deadly swamps; they thrived by tearing hunter's heads off, and ripping their flesh off their bones.

      Louisiana Homicide Detectives Kelly Vanfer and Jay Loam decided their last case would make their career in crime tolerable.

       The sirens blared.

And, as they headed up the driveway, the illumed lampposts hit their faces. They took off their seatbelts, and got out of the driver's-side, and passenger-side doors.

"I don't like this!".

      Debby was outside.

"He's dead! The man killed him! We were having McDonald's for dinner...And Chad is safe. It wasn't my fault! Chad is safe".

      "OK, it's ok! What's your name?".

"Debby, I was babysitting Mr. and Mrs. Richards' son for the night. My boyfriend came for dinner, as I told you, and there was nothing wrong. But someone smashed the house up with an axe; someone smashed everything. And he murdered Shane...I called 9-1-1. Oh, God! It's the Richards'!". Debby broke down, and cried again.

      "We'll get a statement, Debby. And your parents are here".

"Are they? God, I just wanted money for jobs...The economy needs me".

     "Sure, Debby. Babysitting is my life".

"Sure, and boys".

       "Maybe...", Debby blushed...

...Then she thought of Shane's bloody body, as she ate a warm Big Mac...And shuddered with fear, because she was scared, like her friend Easton Eamonn.

~~~

Mrs. Richards cried.

      "Is Chad safe?".

"Of course he is. Debby looked after him well. Her boyfriend brought her dinner. That's all. Normal Louisiana teenagers. Debby has a good head. We'll get the killer".

      "What happened?", Mr. Richards demanded.

"A killer has murdered several Louisiana girls in the past two or three years. He hasn't been caught. He has a penchant for rich houses because he thinks Southern couples are loaded with money. Because of the US economy is in the shit, serial killers need other means to off people. It is not like the old days; it is the new days.

      "We don't know his name...but we have DNA evidence. And we want to offer our deepest condolences to Shane's family".

      And then Shane's Mom and Dad arrived.

And, to their horror, they saw forensics arriving at the crime scene.

       "OMG! SHANE!!!!", Shane's Mom yelled.

And then she fainted from shock.

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