I hate babysitters! Where should I start? The fact that when I was nine my parents hired a babysiter that just moved into town wasn't the whole story. The part that made me hate babysitters was that the freak screwed around with the cemetary, put the rest of the town to sleep, and laughed maniacally while I struggled to stay alive is what bothers me.
Well, my parents were going out on their anniversary, and the regular babysitter was nowhere to be found on November first, the day of the dead of all days. They hired this guy who didn't have any references, but he said he had many successful caretaking experiences. He neglected to mention that he usually watched over the dead for a living, as a caretaker.
When he arrived at the house in his hearse, he asked all the responsible questions, like "when is his bedtime?" and "has he had dinner yet?" He also asked about the rules of the house, which are quite relaxed. His name was something in old latin that I can't pronounce, so he asked to be called Al for short. As soon as my parents left, he asked if I wanted to play a game, and thinking he meant a video game, I said yes.
He suggested we go to his favorite part of town, his cemetary, for a little game of hide and seek. I was curious, so I went along. He neglected to mention he uses upside down pentagrams in his games. Al also forgot to mention that he uses ritualistic blood sacrifices in his games of hide and seek. I soon found out that this was a bad thing. He read the names on the graves aloud, asking them to rise join him in that night of celebration. With some gumbling, that's just what they did.
First, there was the guy who died last week in a car crash, then eventually some of my relatives. I missed my nana, but I never wanted to see her like this. I quickly ran home in fear, searching desperately for something to stop them. My father's Grendel, which was mainly for show, would have to do. It was a handgun, seven bullet clip, low kickback, standard 9mm with "For use in times of great need, God Bless" carved into the handle. I wasn't sure if any god could help me at this point, but any help would be welcome. The reanimated were almost at the door, and it was nine o'clock. I only had to survive until midnight, and this would all be over. At least, that's what I hoped.
Al was one sick puppy. He put the whole rest of the town to sleep somehow, keeping just the dead, Al, and I awake. I found this out after I pounded on a neighbor's door for help, and found only silence, other than the reanimated. So there was just the Grendel, whatever else I could find, and I against a horde of zombies and Al. I still wasn't having fun, but apparently, Al was.
Al watched from my front yard as wave after wave of zombie came after me. He laughed. I tried using head shots, but apparently blood sacrifice doesn't require a brain to work. I shot the legs and arms off, which seemed to work until I ran out of bullets. I went to the basement to get a baseball bat.
When I got to the last wave and the baseball bat, it was all my relatives. I almost cried and could barely swing the bat. It was elevern forty-five by the time I saw my nana again. I couldn't swing at her, and she was slowly coming closer. Al said that the game was up and commanded them to return to the cemetary. They didn't listen. I was slowly clawed and bitten by those ravaging monsters Al had created. Al pulled them off of me, one by one, but I'm not sure what happened next.
When I came to, I was laying on a stone slab, my wounds healed, but I felt odd. Odd in a way that I couldn't explain. Al told me that he gave me some of his blood in a sort of transfusion. He told me that I could never see my parents again, because I had been officially declared dead. That's when I noticed I wasn't breathing quite normal. Al has been as much a father as he has a hatred to me ever since. I've lost count of my age, but I'll always look young. I've never forgiven Al since, but he's the only person I have now. He says I'll die naturally eventually, but I'll never grow any bigger. Sure, I can go out into sunlight, but I'll probably get sunburn within minutes if I'm not careful. It has something to do with the dead cells in my skin, I think.

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