#but my 30 year old sega games left out in my garage still work

[yetitakinginventory]

One day I will be able to track down more of the people who worked on making the rotg digital promotions and get better pictures of the lost media.

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[the-tales-of-horror]

The Babysitter

Original Link By Chard237

At the age of 32 it is still hard for me to talk about this. That is why I chose to write about it. This form of communication is much less personal. It has been 23 years since it all took place. In the year of 1994 I was 9 years old. I am the only child in the family except for the dog we had at the time, Bear. My father is 10 years older than my mother. She was 20 when she gave birth to me and my father was 30. Our small family was close and loving. Just as normal as all the other families in our middle class neighborhood.

My mother and father worked full time, so I spent a lot of time after school or during the summer with a baby sitter. Always being with a baby sitter wasn’t that bad. My baby sitter was named Sarah. She lived 4 doors down from us. Sarah had been my babysitter for the past 3 years so we were quite used to each other, she was basically my older sister. Sarah had turned eighteen 2 months prior to her high school graduation. Come that July she would be leaving state to start summer classes at S.U.U.

When my parents told me that Sarah would no longer be my baby sitter I immediately made my case about how I was ready to be without a baby sitter. Of course at the age of 9, my parents protested the idea that I would be unsupervised all summer. “You might be responsible son but it is still illegal for us to leave you alone.” My father told me. Unfortunately for us I would eventually get what I wanted.

My mother found a new baby sitter through a program that Sarah told her about. This program was through the school and would give girls ages 15 through 17 a chance to make some money. My mother would give her information and what would be needed from the sitter. The girls that have signed up for the program would pick what job they wanted to take. When my parents got the call that they had me a new baby sitter they were relieved. But on the Monday morning when my mother actually had to leave me for work I could tell she was nervous. I was just as nervous and a little upset if not more. Having to stay at home with a strange person was frightening at that age. Besides I felt that she was not needed.

At 7:55 Monday morning Rachelle arrived. That day my mother ordered me to spend some time inside with her so I could get to know her, because she could possibly be here all summer. Being the good boy I was I did exactly that.

The first hour or so was kind of awkward. It consisted of me trying to avoid her by going from room to room as she followed and tried to ask me questions to break the ice. After realizing she would not leave me alone I caved in and started to answer her. Although most of my answers were short she was still very nice and always kept a smile on her face. After about an hour or two of getting to know each other Rachelle let me play some Sega while she did home work. She wasn’t as bad as I thought she would be. I learned that she was 16. Rachelle moved to town last summer with her aunt that she lived with. My mother was happy when she learned that all went well and that Rachelle and I got along. My mother also promised me that I didn’t have to spend all day inside tomorrow.

Within 15 minutes of Rachelle’s arrival on day two I left to ride my bike with my friend Dillon. She just smiled and told me to be safe. I spent all day outside getting home right before my mom and dad got off work. Once again my parents were happy that the day went well.

On day three everything started off normal. I was playing some Sega when Rachelle came into my room.

“Why don’t you want to hang out with me?” she asked. I told her that I was just playing some games and that there was not much else to do.

“We should get to know each other a little better.”

I remember looking at her kind of confused.

“You and I have a lot more in common than you think,” she said sitting on my bed. I asked her what we could possibly have in common.

“It’s a secret, but for now let’s play a game. We could play house. I will be the older sister and you could be the little brother.”

I found it extremely odd that a 16 year old girl would want to play a game like that with a 9 year old boy. After about 30 minutes of this odd role play I told her I was bored and wanted to play something else. I remember her looking at me with a furrowed brow and that creepy smile she always wore. “We can never stop playing this game.” That made me extremely uncomfortable. So I made some 9 year old excuse and walked out of the room down the stairs and out the door. There I stayed until my mother got home. When my mother and I walked in together Rachelle was sitting at the kitchen table doing some sort of homework. When my mother asked how she was doing Rachelle looked at my mother and I with that smile.

“Where’s Mr. Greggore?” she asked referring to my father. My mother must have thought it to be odd that a young girl was asking for her husband because I could tell that my mom hurried her out of the house. After ushering her out, my mother asked me what I thought of Rachelle. I told her I thought she was weird and told her about the game of house she wanted to play. Once again I saw an opportunity and made my argument on being home alone. Once again I was denied.

On day 4 everything changed. Once my mother left for work Rachelle asked me if I wanted to go on a bike ride. No matter who she was, being 9 I thought that was a great idea. We rode through my block and down the main road for about a mile. At this point I didn’t know what was going on it seemed as if she was taking me somewhere. When we finally stopped we were in front of an apartments.

“Want to meet one of my friends?” Rachelle asked me. Without me answering her she grabbed my hand and led me into the apartment complex. She took me to a door on the 2nd floor and knocked on it. From behind the door I could hear a man.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Rachelle.”

I could hear the man sigh. “Get out of here. I told you I don’t want you around here anymore.” The man said from behind the door.

“I just wanted to show you my little brother.” Rachelle said in a loud voice

“Get the hell out of here you crazy.” The man stated sounding very annoyed.

“My family is real, I told you I had a brother, he’s right here, look he’s real.” Rachelle yelled 2 inches away from the door.

“Get the hell out of here or I’ll call the cops,” Said the man.

At that point Rachelle pounded on the man’s door with both fists then she looked at me enraged. Out of nowhere she just turned and started walking down the hallway back the way we came. I was petrified it took me a few seconds to realize that she was leaving me. I sprinted to catch up with her. She never said a word when I did catch up. The whole bike ride back home the both of us were silent. When we got back to the house I was still shaken up, so I told her I was going to my friend Dillon’s house. As I left through the garage door she said something that has rang in my head to this day.

“You’re just like your father.”

That day I waited at my friend’s house till 5:30 which was 30 minutes after my mom got home. When I walked in the door my mother looked a little disturbed. She told me that when she came into the house she found Rachelle upstairs in my parents room laying in there bed. When my mother asked me how the day went I told her what happened. I told her about riding on the main road that my parents have always forbidden me to do. My mother was furious. She told me to go back to Dillon’s house, and she would call me home for dinner. When I finally was allowed back home I was nervous and scared that maybe I was in trouble. But to my relief I wasn’t. My mom told me that Rachelle would no longer be my babysitter and that tomorrow I would be staying with Mr. and Mrs. Charles. An older couple across the street. Once again I made my case about being home alone.

On morning 5, I sat at Mr. and Mrs. Charles house almost all day. They were nice enough but could not keep a 9 year old entertained. Around 1 pm Mr. Charles was getting ready for a nap. I asked Mrs. Charles if I could run home real quick to get a toy to play with. Reluctantly she agreed knowing that my mother told her to not let me leave, but she could tell I was dying of boredom. When I got into the house I was kind of scared knowing that I was all alone. I ran upstairs immediately to my room. When I opened the door I was startled to see Rachelle in my room. She was wearing that creepy smile again. I took a deep breath in horror and took a few steps back. She lunged forward and grabbed me. Being scared and 9 years old I didn’t know what to do. Rachelle pulled out some rope she found in our garage. She tied up my hands behind my back and tied my feet to my bed post.

After she realized I wasn’t going anywhere she relaxed a bit. She pulled out a small pocket knife from one of her pockets. For the next 3 hours she proceeded to explain to me that my dad was also her dad. Between her crying and pacing back and forth she said that our dad left her mother when Rachelle was born for my mom. Rachelle kept telling me that I took her family and that I was the reason she couldn’t be happy. But I would pay. We just have to wait for our dad to get home so he knows what he has done. I was absolutely horrified. I couldn’t yell fight or scream for help. All I could do is cry. I thought that I was going to die by this girl and her pocket knife. After sitting tied up for several hours I thought all was hopeless.

While Rachelle was sitting on my bed with a blank stare in between her crying. I could hear what I thought was the sound of someone walking up the stairs.

“La Palma police. Is there anyone upstairs?”

At that exact moment Rachelle snapped up. I screamed louder than I ever have in my whole life. While I screamed for help, Rachelle climbed behind me and put the knife to the side of my face. I could feel her heavy breath on the back of my neck. A police officer turned the corner of my room with his gun out. He looked at the both of us. I could see the change in his face when he realized the situation. He slowly put his gun back in its holster.

“Ok. what’s going on here” asked the police man

Already crying Rachelle screamed “I just want my family”

About 20 minutes went by with the police man trying to calm Rachelle down. When 2 more cops showed up Rachelle’s attitude changed. She got more aggressive and was at this point pushing the blade into the meat of my arm. All I could do is cry and whimper for help. In between arguing with the police, crying, and waving the knife around she would whisper to me.

“It will all be over soon.”

Without Rachelle realizing one of the cops moved into a position to where he could taze and subdue her without me getting hurt.

The rest of the night I don’t quite remember. All I can see is Rachelle being tackled to the floor. I remember my mom and dad crying when I was cut free and on my way to the hospital for stiches. I had to get 6 stitches. My parents never talked about that summer. Probably in hopes that it would be forgotten. But I could never forget what happened to me.

At the age of 18 I asked my dad what he could remember about that night. I could tell he was uncomfortable about telling me but said I was old enough. What he told me made the whole situation worse. He said that the babysitter Rachelle’s real name was Amanda. Her mother died in a house fire a year prior to us meeting her. Amanda was nowhere to be found and was reported missing after the fire. She was the only suspect they had for the house fire. Her father did in fact leave her mother when she was born but died in a car accident shortly after words. She was never actually related to my family. It was just a complete mental break down. Mrs. Charles had dozed off after I went to get a toy. When she woke up 2 hours later she remembered me. When the cops showed up to my house the front door was left open.

This really freaked me out because none of us could have avoided this. This Amanda girl was going to lose it eventually and it just happened to be with me and my family. She is locked up now and serving life in some sort of mental institution for the murder of her mother. The hardest part of all of this is the fact that I now have a 9 year old. He is the only child other than our dog Odin. My wife and I work full time, but with our long term babysitter quitting for a real job, I’m not sure what to do. After the summer of 94, my parents felt that I no longer needed a babysitter. Do I leave my 9 year old home alone all summer or do I find a stranger to watch him?

[sending-the-message]

The Babysitter by Chard237

At the age of 32 it is still hard for me to talk about this. That is why I chose to write about it. This form of communication is much less personal. It has been 23 years since it all took place. In the year of 1994 I was 9 years old. I am the only child in the family except for the dog we had at the time, Bear. My father is 10 years older than my mother. She was 20 when she gave birth to me and my father was 30. Our small family was close and loving. Just as normal as all the other families in our middle class neighborhood.

My mother and father worked full time, so I spent a lot of time after school or during the summer with a baby sitter. Always being with a baby sitter wasn’t that bad. My baby sitter was named Sarah. She lived 4 doors down from us. Sarah had been my babysitter for the past 3 years so we were quite used to each other, she was basically my older sister. Sarah had turned eighteen 2 months prior to her high school graduation. Come that July she would be leaving state to start summer classes at S.U.U.

When my parents told me that Sarah would no longer be my baby sitter I immediately made my case about how I was ready to be without a baby sitter. Of course at the age of 9, my parents protested the idea that I would be unsupervised all summer. “You might be responsible son but it is still illegal for us to leave you alone.” My father told me. Unfortunately for us I would eventually get what I wanted.

My mother found a new baby sitter through a program that Sarah told her about. This program was through the school and would give girls ages 15 through 17 a chance to make some money. My mother would give her information and what would be needed from the sitter. The girls that have signed up for the program would pick what job they wanted to take. When my parents got the call that they had me a new baby sitter they were relieved. But on the Monday morning when my mother actually had to leave me for work I could tell she was nervous. I was just as nervous and a little upset if not more. Having to stay at home with a strange person was frightening at that age. Besides I felt that she was not needed.

At 7:55 Monday morning Rachelle arrived. That day my mother ordered me to spend some time inside with her so I could get to know her, because she could possibly be here all summer. Being the good boy I was I did exactly that.

The first hour or so was kind of awkward. It consisted of me trying to avoid her by going from room to room as she followed and tried to ask me questions to break the ice. After realizing she would not leave me alone I caved in and started to answer her. Although most of my answers were short she was still very nice and always kept a smile on her face. After about an hour or two of getting to know each other Rachelle let me play some Sega while she did home work. She wasn’t as bad as I thought she would be. I learned that she was 16. Rachelle moved to town last summer with her aunt that she lived with. My mother was happy when she learned that all went well and that Rachelle and I got along. My mother also promised me that I didn’t have to spend all day inside tomorrow.

Within 15 minutes of Rachelle’s arrival on day two I left to ride my bike with my friend Dillon. She just smiled and told me to be safe. I spent all day outside getting home right before my mom and dad got off work. Once again my parents were happy that the day went well.

On day three everything started off normal. I was playing some Sega when Rachelle came into my room.

“Why don’t you want to hang out with me?” she asked. I told her that I was just playing some games and that there was not much else to do.

“We should get to know each other a little better.”

I remember looking at her kind of confused.

“You and I have a lot more in common than you think,” she said sitting on my bed. I asked her what we could possibly have in common.

“It’s a secret, but for now let’s play a game. We could play house. I will be the older sister and you could be the little brother.”

I found it extremely odd that a 16 year old girl would want to play a game like that with a 9 year old boy. After about 30 minutes of this odd role play I told her I was bored and wanted to play something else. I remember her looking at me with a furrowed brow and that creepy smile she always wore. “We can never stop playing this game.” That made me extremely uncomfortable. So I made some 9 year old excuse and walked out of the room down the stairs and out the door. There I stayed until my mother got home. When my mother and I walked in together Rachelle was sitting at the kitchen table doing some sort of homework. When my mother asked how she was doing Rachelle looked at my mother and I with that smile.

“Where’s Mr. Greggore?” she asked referring to my father. My mother must have thought it to be odd that a young girl was asking for her husband because I could tell that my mom hurried her out of the house. After ushering her out, my mother asked me what I thought of Rachelle. I told her I thought she was weird and told her about the game of house she wanted to play. Once again I saw an opportunity and made my argument on being home alone. Once again I was denied.

On day 4 everything changed. Once my mother left for work Rachelle asked me if I wanted to go on a bike ride. No matter who she was, being 9 I thought that was a great idea. We rode through my block and down the main road for about a mile. At this point I didn’t know what was going on it seemed as if she was taking me somewhere. When we finally stopped we were in front of an apartments.

“Want to meet one of my friends?” Rachelle asked me. Without me answering her she grabbed my hand and led me into the apartment complex. She took me to a door on the 2nd floor and knocked on it. From behind the door I could hear a man.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Rachelle.”

I could hear the man sigh. “Get out of here. I told you I don’t want you around here anymore.” The man said from behind the door.

“I just wanted to show you my little brother.” Rachelle said in a loud voice

“Get the hell out of here you crazy.” The man stated sounding very annoyed.

“My family is real, I told you I had a brother, he’s right here, look he’s real.” Rachelle yelled 2 inches away from the door.

“Get the hell out of here or I’ll call the cops,” Said the man.

At that point Rachelle pounded on the man’s door with both fists then she looked at me enraged. Out of nowhere she just turned and started walking down the hallway back the way we came. I was petrified it took me a few seconds to realize that she was leaving me. I sprinted to catch up with her. She never said a word when I did catch up. The whole bike ride back home the both of us were silent. When we got back to the house I was still shaken up, so I told her I was going to my friend Dillon’s house. As I left through the garage door she said something that has rang in my head to this day.

“You’re just like your father.”

That day I waited at my friend’s house till 5:30 which was 30 minutes after my mom got home. When I walked in the door my mother looked a little disturbed. She told me that when she came into the house she found Rachelle upstairs in my parents room laying in there bed. When my mother asked me how the day went I told her what happened. I told her about riding on the main road that my parents have always forbidden me to do. My mother was furious. She told me to go back to Dillon’s house, and she would call me home for dinner. When I finally was allowed back home I was nervous and scared that maybe I was in trouble. But to my relief I wasn’t. My mom told me that Rachelle would no longer be my babysitter and that tomorrow I would be staying with Mr. and Mrs. Charles. An older couple across the street. Once again I made my case about being home alone.

On morning 5, I sat at Mr. and Mrs. Charles house almost all day. They were nice enough but could not keep a 9 year old entertained. Around 1 pm Mr. Charles was getting ready for a nap. I asked Mrs. Charles if I could run home real quick to get a toy to play with. Reluctantly she agreed knowing that my mother told her to not let me leave, but she could tell I was dying of boredom. When I got into the house I was kind of scared knowing that I was all alone. I ran upstairs immediately to my room. When I opened the door I was startled to see Rachelle in my room. She was wearing that creepy smile again. I took a deep breath in horror and took a few steps back. She lunged forward and grabbed me. Being scared and 9 years old I didn’t know what to do. Rachelle pulled out some rope she found in our garage. She tied up my hands behind my back and tied my feet to my bed post.

After she realized I wasn’t going anywhere she relaxed a bit. She pulled out a small pocket knife from one of her pockets. For the next 3 hours she proceeded to explain to me that my dad was also her dad. Between her crying and pacing back and forth she said that our dad left her mother when Rachelle was born for my mom. Rachelle kept telling me that I took her family and that I was the reason she couldn’t be happy. But I would pay. We just have to wait for our dad to get home so he knows what he has done. I was absolutely horrified. I couldn’t yell fight or scream for help. All I could do is cry. I thought that I was going to die by this girl and her pocket knife. After sitting tied up for several hours I thought all was hopeless.

While Rachelle was sitting on my bed with a blank stare in between her crying. I could hear what I thought was the sound of someone walking up the stairs.

“La Palma police. Is there anyone upstairs?”

At that exact moment Rachelle snapped up. I screamed louder than I ever have in my whole life. While I screamed for help, Rachelle climbed behind me and put the knife to the side of my face. I could feel her heavy breath on the back of my neck. A police officer turned the corner of my room with his gun out. He looked at the both of us. I could see the change in his face when he realized the situation. He slowly put his gun back in its holster.

“Ok. what’s going on here” asked the police man

Already crying Rachelle screamed “I just want my family”

About 20 minutes went by with the police man trying to calm Rachelle down. When 2 more cops showed up Rachelle’s attitude changed. She got more aggressive and was at this point pushing the blade into the meat of my arm. All I could do is cry and whimper for help. In between arguing with the police, crying, and waving the knife around she would whisper to me.

“It will all be over soon.”

Without Rachelle realizing one of the cops moved into a position to where he could taze and subdue her without me getting hurt.

The rest of the night I don’t quite remember. All I can see is Rachelle being tackled to the floor. I remember my mom and dad crying when I was cut free and on my way to the hospital for stiches. I had to get 6 stitches. My parents never talked about that summer. Probably in hopes that it would be forgotten. But I could never forget what happened to me.

At the age of 18 I asked my dad what he could remember about that night. I could tell he was uncomfortable about telling me but said I was old enough. What he told me made the whole situation worse. He said that the babysitter Rachelle’s real name was Amanda. Her mother died in a house fire a year prior to us meeting her. Amanda was nowhere to be found and was reported missing after the fire. She was the only suspect they had for the house fire. Her father did in fact leave her mother when she was born but died in a car accident shortly after words. She was never actually related to my family. It was just a complete mental break down. Mrs. Charles had dozed off after I went to get a toy. When she woke up 2 hours later she remembered me. When the cops showed up to my house the front door was left open.

This really freaked me out because none of us could have avoided this. This Amanda girl was going to lose it eventually and it just happened to be with me and my family. She is locked up now and serving life in some sort of mental institution for the murder of her mother. The hardest part of all of this is the fact that I now have a 9 year old. He is the only child other than our dog Odin. My wife and I work full time, but with our long term babysitter quitting for a real job, I’m not sure what to do. After the summer of 94, my parents felt that I no longer needed a babysitter. Do I leave my 9 year old home alone all summer or do I find a stranger to watch him?