[Eyudo]: 725.Stories index.The twittered tyke

Have you ever had to baby-sit a little kid who was just a little brat? I did about a few weeks ago, except she wasn’t just a little tyrant; she was purely mean and psychotic! One night while I was doing nothing at all, the phone rang and I answered it. It was Mrs. Johnson from just down the street. She had a small favor to ask me. “I’m going out on a date tonight for awhile to a movie and dinner, basics. Well, I need a babysitter for late tonight and I was hoping you could do it for me? I will pay you extremely well. What do you say?” she said to me kindly.
   I thought about it for a minute and realized I might as well. I mean, I had nothing else better to do that day, even though it was a Friday night. “Sure, I’ll do it for you. Um, what time do you think you’ll need me to be over there?” I asked. “Well, I was hoping you could come right this minute, if that’s ok.” I looked at the clock. It was only three p.m. I decided to go now. I told her yes and then hung up.
   I got ready to go and brought my cell phone too. I walked down the street just a few houses down. I knocked on the door and she answered after just a few moments. “Good, you’re here. Ok, here’s what you need to know: Katie’s in her room. Her dinner is in the fridge with a little something for you also, feel free to dose on the couch. She needs to be in bed by nine and I’ll be back around midnight. Good luck!” she said, and then rushed out the door towards her car.
   I really wondered what she meant by, “good luck” but I really didn’t care. I closed and lock the door and then called Katie down from upstairs. She slowly made her way down the stairs slowly and shyly at first. She was only a short seven-year-old girl holding a stuffed dog.
   “Hello Katie, I’m your baby sitter and who is your friend?” I asked. “His name is doggy and as long as my mother is gone, I’m in charge now!” she said in a forcing tone. “Awe, you want to play pretend? Ok, go ahead.” I told her in a baby voice. “No you incompetent fool!!! Don’t you get it you! Ever since I was born, I’ve always wanted to rule America! And you’re just another inferior being standing in my way! Your stupidity amuses my superior intellect.” she said in a mean voice.
   “Alright, play nice now.” I said to her. “I’ll play nice, why don’t we play tag,” she said, then ran over to me, jumped up, and kicked me with both legs. “Tag! Your it!” then she started to run away. “Come on you penny pincher, lets play!” she ran into the kitchen and looked around. I followed her in. She grabbed the big butcher knife and ran at me with it like a maniac! “You’re the only thing standing in my way!” I moved quickly out of the way, but she swung again. With quick thinking, I grabbed the rolling pin and stuck it in the path of the knife. It just wedged tightly into the rolling pin, just barley nipped my fingertip.
   She growled at me and then ran into the bathroom. I quickly raided the house for away out. The front door was jammed along with every single window in the house. I was trapped in that house with a psycho! I was really afraid of what was next.
   I carefully snuck into the bathroom and saw that she wasn’t there anymore. I knew that wasn’t good. I decided to run down to the basement. Halfway down the stairs the lights flickered out and I tripped and fell down the stairs. I hit the cold, hard, concrete floor. Then the lights flickered back on and she was huddled over me with a pitchfork that was missing one of the prongs. She tried to stab me, but I rolled away. But she still stabbed through my leg. I screamed in pain and felt the cold blood dripping down my leg. She pulled it out and tried again, this time aiming for my neck. She managed to get my neck between the missing prong and I was relieved briefly.
   She tried to pull it out, but it was stuck in the floor. “Damn!” she yelled in frustration. “You’re causing me more trouble than your even worth. You know what? I should just leave you here to die! You know what? I’m going to do that, just leave you here. Enjoy your untimely demise you whining bastard.” she yelled at me, then left.
   I carefully slipped my head through and stood up. I looked around the basement for stuff. They had a lot of stuff and junk. I even found a rope, a knife, and some old guns. I only took the rope. I went to the door and it was locked. So I looked and found a tool kit and undid the hinges. I escaped the basement.
   I checked the living room and she was sleeping on the couch peacefully. “Wake up!” I yelled to her. I stayed near the wall and yelled to her. She sleepily opened her eyes. She picked something up off the floor and through it at me, it was another knife. It nicked my shoulder and went into the wall. Then she went back to sleep. I sat down and watched her intensely. But I couldn’t help but fall asleep. Even though it was only seven pm. I still had a while to survive.
   I heard the door open and woke up. It was here mom, but it was only eleven o clock. All of a sudden she ran at me with both fists, I ran backward to avoid her, all confused why she was attacking me. I tripped over a cord and it came out of a socket. I fell down and slammed my head against the wall. Then she disappeared. She was just a hologram. I looked over at Katie on the couch, she just glared at me.
   I carefully walked over to her and she pulled out a surprise out from under the couch cushion. She somehow had an ax. She rapidly swung it at me and hit the glass lamp on the table to shatter it. She swung again and destroyed the coffee table and then she took out the TV, sending sparks everywhere. Her next swing almost took my arm off. She took out a gun from her pocket and aimed it at me. She pulled the trigger. I was lucky, it was jammed. She screamed and through the gun at me, nailing me in the stomach. She swung the axe again and I fell back down over the vacuum. She raised the ax high over her head and gave an evil grin. This was my final end, I prayed it came quickly as all my other wounds hurt and some still bled.
   Then her mom came through the door. She gasped and yelled, “971362! Shut down!” And Katie just stopped moving and felled backwards. I was completely confused. “What?” I said to her. “Well, she is actually from a program for bad robots to turn them good from volunteers. It’s called the Robodelinquient reprogramming program. I don’t think I’ve been trying hard enough though.
   “Well, here’s a thousand dollars for all your troubles and up coming medical bills, bye!” she said and shoved me out the door, saying no more. I never spoke of the horror of that day again. And even now I don’t need to, because she talked to my mother…… and we’ve joined the program too. His name is rex, and he is a demon from hell. Please help me.