Baby-sitting on a dark night with...

Only a Dog to Talk To

The house where I was baby-sitting that Saturday night was a creaky old house. The children were in bed, and I was sitting in the living room. Next to my chair lay the family dog. The only noises I could hear were creaks all through the house, and windows and doors rattling in their frames. It was very late at night, and a storm was building up outside.

All alone, except for the dog, I began to get a little nervous. I looked anxiously at the clock every five minutes, I was so impatient for the parents to come home. Finally, I felt extremely fearful and restless.

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March 16, 1974
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