[ 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 .

It was one of those fall nights when winter is just close enough to keep you guessing but the warmth hasn ’ t quite gone away, so you do n't really know what it's going to be like day to day. It wasn ’ t cold outside that night though I was inside the house so really I have no idea. I don ’ t think it was cold at least. It was cold when I left, but that was much later so I do n't think it counts. It was definitely dark though, dark at one of those times when you don ’ t think it should be dark, but it is, and you really miss the warm summer nights that kept you outside until the sun set when you looked at the clock and it was much later than you had thought and you knew your parents would be mad. 
 
 But, like I said, I was inside the house. The owners had gone away, probably on some date night or something. I didn ’ t ask. It wasn ’ t late enough for me to think that they were doing something out of the ordinary. They had left at around 5 so it could have been dinner, dinner and a movie, or any of the derivatives that married people do on their nights alone. I suppose it was good of them to get away. I remember thinking that I would want to get away from there too, if I was them. The baby gave me the creeps. It ( He? She? I don ’ t remember ) would stare at me with those big green eyes until I felt uncomfortable. I guess that ’ s the problem with a baby. You can ’ t ask them to stop. A five-year-old won ’ t listen when you ask them to stop, but at least you can ask. At least you can try. With a baby you just sit there and mull over the hours you ’ ll be spending with the incessant crying. There was no crying this time. Just those green eyes, simple and innocent. 
 
 I had no reason to be worried by a baby looking at me. Those horror films with the creepy dead babies or with the monsters that the baby sees that are behind you but you can ’ t see them must have given me a bad impression. I don ’ t watch those movies much. I ’ m a bit impressionable sometimes. When I watch them, I usually stay awake imagining those monsters coming around the corner into my room. I don ’ t like to imagine things like that. I don ’ t think anyone does. Maybe Edgar Allen Poe, but I guess he died before movies existed. 
 
 What really matters though is that I did feel unnerved. It did seem like something was behind me. I had that feeling you get, kind of like when you ’ re playing hide and seek as a child and you cover your eyes because if you can ’ t see them they can ’ t see you, well that feeling that as long as I didn ’ t turn around, whatever it was couldn ’ t get me. If I spoiled the element of surprise for it, it would just stay frozen at my back until the parents came back and I could go back to my room and wait for it to come find me there. 
 
 So I sat. And the baby stared at me. And I waited and waited and wished for the hours to go by. And when they did I left my spot and I went home. And as I rounded the corner that led to my room I heard the babysitter scream. 

