It was the first day of babysitting. The baby in the yellow onesie sat in his high chair, eyes glowing with an unsettling, otherworldly light. His tiny fingers drummed rhythmically on the tray as he watched the door, waiting. The night was still, the silence broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards. As he giggled, a sound both innocent and eerie. He reached out, his gaze intense, as if summoning something from the shadows.