Strange Disappearance of the Babysitter
A story of creative
justice meted out by two brothers tired of suffering at the hands
of a cruel babysitter in the early 1940s.
Wednesday afternoon the boys mother left them in the hands
of the babysitter, a huge 300-pound girl who couldnt wait
for their mom to be out of sight before practising her rituals of
torture including, but not limited to, head slapping, hair pulling,
thumb bending, and neck pinching, all done while she stood on their
feet so that they couldnt get away.
not actually doing the physical abuse, she would make the brothers
sit in a straight back chair while she explained gleefully what
she planned to do to them.
brothers hated the babysitter. Try as they might, the boys were
never able to convince their mother that they were being subjected
to the tortures, because the sitter always told her how the little
rascals had misbehaved and she had been forced to use minor punitive
matter what they said, the girl always got to her first and it only
looked like the two brothers were making excuses.
she hit me in the back of my neck when you were gone, the
older of the two said to her after one particularly abusive day.
and she twisted my thumbs too, chimed in the little brother.
boys, she is only doing her best to make you both behave. She told
me that you sassed her because you didnt like the lunch she
she didnt even make lunch, the older boy cried out.
As soon as you left, she started hitting us and telling us
what she was going to do to us later.
think you boys had better tell her that youre sorry for saying
bad things about her or your dad is going to hear about your behaviour.
The babysitter always convinced
the boys mom of her innocence
was apparent that something radical had to be done or the boys would
probably live in bondage to her for the rest of their lives. So
the brothers contrived a wonderful, sinister, plan.
a warm, humid, August afternoon, the younger brother knocked on
the back door of his house and then ran as fast as he could across
the alley and hid in the bushes of the neighbours yard. The
sitter answered the door impatiently.
what do you two wa.. ?
never finished the sentence. There on the porch lay a young boy
in a bloodstained shirt, with hands wrapped around a butcher knife
protruding from the left side of his body, his eyes wide open, staring
into space, his face contorted into a final grimace of pain.
her huge chest, the sitter screamed in horror and fell to her knees.
Screaming in terror, she rose up and backed through the door.
oh, Jesus, she wailed, while stumbling and running back through
the house toward the front door, her big body shaking uncontrollably.
It was apparent that something radical
had to be done or the boys would probably live in bondage
to her for the rest of their lives.
Out onto the veranda she ran, and fell down the steps, still screaming:
Oh my God; Oh my Jesus Christ. She looked back once
or twice until she retreated behind her own slamming door. She did
brothers washed the ketchup out of the shirt in a bucket in the
basement, and returned the knife to the cupboard.
told their mom that the sitter left early but they never explained
the reason for their tormentors disappearance.
babysitter did not return their mothers phone calls. A few
days later, as the boys passed by her house, they heard her shrill
she screamed. You lousy punks.
brothers giggled all the way to school.