Don't Go Down To The Basement
The babysitter was told not to look around in the house, but out of curiosity, she went down to the basement. The light coming from one of the rooms lured her through the dark hallway. Did she regret doing so?
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The babysitter turned off all the lights and went down to the basement. She walked over to it and saw that it was a small room with a TV inside. She thought it was very odd for there to be a TV in such a small room, but she sat down on an old couch in the room anyway.

After sitting for about half an hour, she started hearing some noises coming from behind her. She turned around quickly and saw nothing but darkness. She tried to calm herself down by thinking that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her because she had been told not to look around in the house and it would be bad if she did so.

Then suddenly, something grabbed her arm! It pulled her arm so hard that she fell off the couch onto the floor! She screamed "Let me go!" as loud as she could! Then she felt someone's lips touch hers! Her heart sank and she felt like throwing up! But then something even more terrifying happened, she felt someone's teeth bite into her neck! The pain was unbearable and before long she couldn't feel anything anymore.

Then she heard herself crying. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from the other side of the room. She looked up and saw a man in a suit, with a cane!

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she asked him. The man said, "I am Mr. J, the owner of this house." "What are you doing here?" she asked him again. "I've been watching you," he replied. "I've been watching every move you've made for the past few days."

"Why did you kill me?" she asked him as tears streamed down her face. "It's not your time to go," he said calmly, "but it is time for me to go." He then walked out of the room and disappeared down the hall into one of the other rooms.

Alma woke up in her bed, covered in sweat. She had been dreaming about babysitting for a wealthy family. She remembered how she went down to the basement and watched TV there. But she also remembered that it was haunted and that there was a ghost in the basement. She got out of bed and walked over to the mirror on her wall.

She looked at herself, and then looked into the mirror. Suddenly, she saw a girl in a red dress staring back at her! The girl looked just like her! The girl's eyes were wide with horror as blood dripped down the mirror.

Alma screamed and ran out of the room to find her parents. Her parents were sitting in the living room, talking to the new family that had moved into the house. The new family was telling them about how they had seen a girl in one of the rooms. They said she would disappear when you tried to get close to her and that she would sometimes show up in different places around the house.

"What's wrong?" asked Alma's mom when she saw her daughter come running down the stairs. "There's a ghost!" she screamed and pointed up at the mirror on her wall. "It's right there!" Her dad looked up at the mirror and saw nothing but his reflection. He then tried to calm his daughter down by telling her that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her because she had been told not to look around in the house

Alma grabbed her parents' arms, and brought them back into her bedroom so they could see for themselves what was behind that door! When they walked into the small room with a TV inside, they saw Mr. J sitting on an old couch!

Mr. J got up off the couch and started walking over to them. The girl's mom grabbed her daughter and ran out of the room, yelling at her dad to come with them. Mr. J walked slowly after them, but then he stopped as he reached the mirror on the wall. He looked into it and smiled, then said "I'll be seeing you soon." The girl's parents looked back and saw Mr. J disappear into thin air!
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