You winced as you turned the kitchen lives on, scratching what must have been an insect bite on your neck. You covered your mouth to hold back a scream as you opened your eyes again. You saw your babysitter, Leon, propped against the fridge and silently sipping from a straw in a soda can. "What do you want?" Leon spat, scowling at you. Thinking back on it, you had never seen him eat or drink-- even the sweets you made for him this morning. Leon had to have been the strangest baby-sitter ever.