The carnavor- a original creepypasta

warning

This story has blood, gory imagery, and cannibalism, if your sensitive to these things please stop reading.

Epilogue
My name is Charles, a 32 year old who is always struggling to get a job.
Until now, its a babysitting job, sure. But its definitely better than nothing.
I'm going to be writing this as I go along, I don't know why.
But I just feel like writing it down, so I'm going to.
Who knows? Maybe future babysitters can learn from this.
I'm starting tonight so...see you guys then

Chapter 1-the job
I made it to the house, it doesn't look like its in the best of shape. Its paint it chipped, the walls obviously have cracks, you could even see the plumbing.
Condition aside, I entered the house...the door was unlocked, the parents probably just left early and didn't trust the kid to open the door. The inside of the house looked alto like the outside, except more run down...weird... Hopefully nothing bad happened, the door closed behind me...which caused me to be a bit jumpy. This place, it gives me a bad feeling. I eventually find the kid, she looks a little chubby. She has burgundy hair, wears pajama pants and a great sweater with red splatters at the end, probably just paint. She says that she's hungry, I open the fridge only to find that its full of meat... Odd... I prepare a steak for her, she wolfs it down in under a second... I got her to bed early, she gotcha stomach ache from eating to fast...poor kid.

*A few weeks later*

Chapter2-salad
Oh god, oh god, oh god
We ran out if food, I can't afford to go grocery shopping, let alone time!
I can't let a child starve! Wait, the garden in the back.
That's it, I can make her a salad.

Chapter3-uh oh
Bad idea, such a bad idea! I gave the salad to her and she just threw it back at me, shouting nonsense. She started approaching me with a crazy look in her eyes...
I try to run.
But it wasn't enough, the hungry little girl caught up to the horrid babysitter and stabbed him repeatedly with her fork. Over, and over, and over, until he stopped breathing. Then the little girl took the fork from the corpse, hungry for delicious flesh, she replied to the sichuation with "thank you for the meal."
Now, which one of you would like to be my next babysitter?