[ WP ] You 're babysitting an infant and you 're getting irritated because it kept staring at you the entire time . but when its gaze changed slightly , you realized it was n't staring at you , it was staring behind you .

I'd always been good with kids. That's why Sally asked me to look after her boy for the evening while she went out to mindlessly sleep with some idiot at a bar. It started out fine, I fed him and held him while I sat down to watch a film. 
 
 Sally had a gorgeous house, her ex-husband got the raw deal, there was no way she could afford it otherwise. We sat in the lounge, on a large black leather sofa in the middle of the room. I turned the dimmer switch down in hopes of getting the baby off to sleep early. He was in a giggly mood and kept trying to grab my glasses. I chuckled and sat down with him on my lap, bouncing him on my knee with one hand and flipping through the channels with another. The light from the TV danced across the room and when I finally decided on a nature documentary it filled it with a nice warm glow. 
 
 I settled in to watch the documentary and fell into that state of waking dreaming that you get when you're switching off. The kid had calmed down a bit which was nice at first but I eventually missed the attention. I started pulling stupid faces at him but he just looked at me wide-eyed. I exerted my full repertoire of scrunching up my features and not even a slight grin. Kid does n't appreciate good humour. So I stepped it up and started making silly noises. Baby talking, you know the deal. 
 
 It was about then when I realised that his gaze looked slightly off. Like he was looking past me. I pull him up closer to me and he still looks straight past me. Straight behind me. 
 
 I turned around slowly at first but as soon as I saw the figure standing a foot behind me I whipped around and stood up. The dancing light from the TV light up his face every so slightly. `` J-Jack....you... what are..'' I stammered, the words tumbling out of my mouth and falling to the floor quietly. 
 
 `` It's my house as much as hers Rick, if not more. You know I designed that fireplace myself'' He stood there utterly motionless, expressionless and stony faced. Not a flash of emotion crossed his face. He was n't looking me in the eye, he was staring at his child in my arms. `` She got full custody you know. I never get to see my baby. Pass him here Rick, give him to his Daddy'' 
 
 `` I... I... ca n't Jack, you know I ca n't'' 
 
 I thought I saw a hint of anger cross his brow at that point but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. 
 
 `` You're going to deny a father a few minutes with his boy? That's twisted Rick'' He paused for a second then in a court, aggravated tone he exclaimed `` You have no right! Give me my child'' 
 
 `` Jack... do n't force me here, you know what the court said, what the psych said, you do n't wan na put him in danger do you?'' 
 
 He flexed his hands, stretching his arms slightly. Within a second there was a knife in his hand. A big, scary looking kitchen knife. `` I had this custom made in Japan you know, see the folded steel? You ca n't get that quality here. She took it from me, she took everything'' 
 
 I wanted to do something heroic, talk him down, make a dash but I could n't. I locked up and froze. He twirled the knife in his hand. He took a few steps forward, then methodically stepped past the sofa. He stretched out his hands `` Hey baby, come to daddy, you missed me huh?'' 
 
 I saw a red dot, then a second and a third. 
 
 I shuddered and he fell. The baby stared. 

