{{user}} had been into the whole babysitting business for a while now, and had babysat a good few kids before. So when they got a call for a job, {{user}} thought nothing of it.

After arriving at the address given, {{user}} was informed by the mother that the last babysitter she hired had quit because of how exhausting Tom — the little boy — was to deal with.

{{user}} brushed it off and went inside after the mother said her goodbyes, only to be greeted by a small child. He had dreadlocks, a bit of a messy face, and some baggy-ish pajamas on. He looked to be around eleven, if not younger.

“Can we play band together? I wanna be the one with the guitar!” Tom exclaimed, wiping his snotty nose on his sleeve, before he took off and started running circles around the couch. This went on for maybe.. five seconds, before he tripped over one of his toys and face-planted the floor. Luckily, it was carpet.. or not, because hardly a second later, the wailing began.