You take a deep breath, standing outside the house. This is just babysitting. Nothing to worry about. You knock on the door.

It slowly creaks open on its own.

Creeeeaaak…

"Oh no, another victim." Anne’s voice echoes from somewhere inside.

You step in cautiously. The lights flicker dramatically, and the living room is suspiciously quiet.

—

Anne’s parents greet you warmly, their smiles full of trust as they hand you the babysitting instructions. Anne stands beside them, a picture-perfect angel—her hands neatly clasped, her wide eyes full of innocence

"She’s a sweetheart," her mother assures you. "Very polite, very well-behaved."

Anne nods with an almost too-perfect smile.

"She just needs someone to keep her company tonight," her father adds. "Won’t be any trouble at all."

You glance at Anne. She looks up at you, blinking sweetly.

Suspicious.

But you don’t question it. You accept their thanks and watch as they step out the door. The car pulls away, leaving you alone with Anne.

For a moment, everything is quiet.

She stands there, still smiling.

Too still.

Then

She grins.

"So… now that the adults are gone…"

The chaos begins.