The Nightmare

It all began one day when I was over my friend Susan\'s house. Her parents had
just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I was allowed to stay that
weekend while her parents were away. Susan and I were sitting down eating when she
got a call from the house where a new family just moved into. The Smith\'s had asked her
to babysit for them. They said it was all right if I came too. They wanted us to come
over about six that evening.
When we got over there Mrs. Smith introduced her two year old daughter named
Julie to us. Mr. and Mrs. Smith didn\'t leave right away because they wanted Julie to get
to know us better. Mrs. Smith told Susan and I that Julie could stay up until 8:00 P.M..
She also told us she had been having problems with her telephone. There must have been
something wrong with the connection because when it rang there would be no one on the
other end. Someone was coming tomorrow to take a look at it.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith informed us that they would be a little late coming home
because it was their anniversary and they had a long night planned. We told them to have
a nice time and they both grabbed their coats and left.
Julie started crying just as they closed the door. We gave her a bottle and put her
down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I looked at each other,
seeing who was going to answer it.
I answered the phone but no one was there. I said hello again, but still no answer.
All I could hear was someone breathing heavily. It was loud, gasping, and very
frightening. I said hello again and heard a faint, masculine voice. As I began to tremble,
the voice whispered, "I\'m coming."
All of a sudden the lights went out. Susan, Julie and I let out a loud shriek. I ran
over to Susan and Julie and hid my head. Susan started laughing and told me it was
probably because of the storm outside. We both looked out the window when a bolt of
lighting struck across the sky. Julie began to cry and we comforted her and told her it
would be all right.
Susan was going to go down into the basement to find the fuse box so she could
turn the lights back on. It was time for Julie to go to bed so I grabbed a flashlight and we
went up stairs. I tucked her in and read her a short story.
All of a sudden I heard a loud screech. I jumped up and ran down into the
basement where Susan was. I hurried down the basement steps where I saw Susan\'s still
body laying on the floor and her head on top of the fuse box. I froze with astonishment,
when I saw written on the wall with blood "YOUR NEXT." As fast as I could, without
thinking, I ran up the steps frantically. I got up the steps trembling and locked the
basement door behind me. I ran up into Julie\'s room to get her so we could leave the
house. I looked in her room and she was gone from her bed. I heard foot steps coming
from the basement. I called Julie\'s name a few times, but with no answer, I thought he
had already got to her. I picked up the phone to call the police but the line was dead.
I didn\'t know what to do so I went to the kitchen to get a knife. There weren\'t any
kitchen utensils since they had recently moved in and weren\'t finished unpacking yet. I
saw a small pocket knife on the counter, grabbed it and headed toward the front door. I
thought the best thing to do was to get out of the house as quickly as possible. As I crept
past the steps I noticed a low crying coming from Julie\'s room. It sounded like Julie so I
dashed up to her room and heard it again. It was coming from her closet. As I opened
the door I saw Julie huddled in the corner of the closet crying. I picked her up and
carefully ran to the front door.
Feeling a little relieved that Julie wasn\'t hurt, I tried opening the