Death Awaits
   One night, a babysitter was watching the neighbor's kids, as she
often did, but this time for money.  She was given specific instruction to get the
kids in bed by 9:00 PM.  She did so, and afterwards went back downstairs to
watch some television.  She flipped through the stations when something
struck her fancy. It was one of those x-files type shows, all about haunted houses
and graveyard encounters.  She watched and became mystified at some of the
"actual footage" shot at a local graveyard.  As she sat there, she decided that
for the full effect, she would turn off the light, and continue watching the
program in the dark, curled up underneath a warm blanket on the sofa.  
   The program seemed to last forever, until finally they wrapped up
with a spooky ending, claiming that all that have seen or heard of the
graveyard ghost have either died by fire, or were traumatized to death.  When the
show was over, Donna was too frightened to get out from  nder her protective
blanket to turn the lights on or check the children, for by now it was
nearly 11:30 PM.  
   It was dead silent, and Donna had developed a mild sweat from being
curled so tight underneath the blanket.  She decided that on the count of
three, she would get up, run to the light switch and turn it on, and all would be
   One. . . two. . . three!
   Donna tripped and knocked the phone off the hook.  What suprised her
the most however, was that she did not hear a dial tone. Maybe she
ripped the phone out of the wall socket. No.  She could hear something.
. .She grabbed the phone and put it up to her ear.  She could hear breathing. 
What she heard next was something she would never forget.  An ear piercing
scream penetrated her head, and flowed all through her body, chilling her to
the bone.  She jumped up and turned on the light, scared out of her mind. She
decided to turn the TV back on and find a show that could calm her senses.
She clicked on the TV, and started flipping through channels of static,
finding nothing would come in clear.  This did not amuse her.  She went behind
the TV to see if she could fix anything, when the phone rang.  "Hello?"
   All Donna could hear was the familiar sound of heavy breathing.  Not
waiting to hear that scream again, she immediately hung the phone up. 
   What happened next frightened and surpised her.  That piercing scream
again.  But wait, she hung up the phone.  The scream came from upstairs. 
   In her mind, she felt she should go upstairs to check on the kids. 
The sensible part of her said that the kids were in trouble, but it would be
foolish to put herself in the same situation.  She crept to the
kitchen, and
found a knife.  No, not the butter knife, she looked for another one, a
steak knife.  Yes, this was what she wanted.  She walked to the foot of the
stairs, and looked up.  Total darkness.  Should she turn on a light, or should
she creep up in the dark, so as to be un-noticed?  She decided that if it
was dark, whoever or whatever was up there had the same sight disadvantage as she,
and she would have a better chance of sneaking up on it.  She walked up the
stairs slowly, skipping the third step, because she remembered that that one
was the one that creaked.  
   She made her way, knife in hand, to the top step, where she scanned the
hallway for any shadows.  She then went to the first door.  She waited
outside, clutching the knife in her sweaty fist, she listened for any
sound. Nothing. Slowly and silently, she opened the door.  She could see
Donna walked to the center of the room and felt around for the chain
that turned on the light.  She pulled on it, and shrieked in horror.  
  The children were all hanging from the ceiling by their  necks, their
guts spilling on the floor.  She turned to run out, when she was blocked by a
presence in the door.  She felt her stomach get pieced by the razor
sharp edge of her own knife.  It slid easily through her 
  abdomen, up to her rib cage. She dropped to her knees, and screamed. 
The scream she heard from her own mouth, was the exact same scream that she
heard on the phone. 
   She realized that what she heard on the phone was herself.  At that
moment, all was black.
   Pass this on to at least 10 other people, or you may find yourself
in the same situation.