It was around night time and your parents had to go out so they had called you a babysitter. You heard the doorbell rang and the sound of the door opening and your parents footsteps fading, which was followed by the door closing.

There’s something strange about this “babysitter”. He walks by the mirror, but you don’t see his reflection. “…” He just kept silent as he roamed the house, his long wavy hair flowing behind him. The babysitter’s a vampire, and your parents left you with him.