The Babysitter

Mr. and Mrs. Brown were returning from a night of live theatre as they pulled up in the driveway of their suburban home.

"The lights are off," Mrs. Brown noted.

"Rachel is probably in bed and Betty is probably on her laptop in the dark," Mr. Brown laughed.

Rachel was the Browns' 4-year-old daughter and Betty was the babysitter they had hired for the night.

They had had problems in the past with previous babysitters having their boyfriends over to the house but Betty seemed to be a fairly responsible girl.

The Browns opened the door.

There on the living room floor playing with her dolls was Rachel.

"Rachel, where's Betty?" Mrs. Brown asked.

"She's upstairs in your bedroom with Kevin," Rachel answered.

"Who's Kevin?" Mr. Brown tried to control his anger in the presence of his young daughter.

"Betty's boyfriend," Rachel answered.

Mr. Brown was about to go rushing up the stairs but Mrs. Brown stopped him.

Mr. Brown was still awaiting trial on an assault charge for hitting the previous babysitter's boyfriend.

"I'll go upstairs," Mrs. Brown gently patted her husband's arm and set off up the stairs.

When she got to the bedroom belonging to her and her husband, she felt sickened to think someone else might be "doing it" in their bed.

She opened the door but decided to leave the lights off to surprise them.

She noticed the outline of two people under the blankets.

She quickly went over to the lamp on the small table next to the bed and switched the light on.

She then threw off the blankets.

And screamed.

They were a couple all right but their heads had been severed and put on the opposite bodies leaving a grotesque sight of seemingly hermaphrodite beings covered in blood.

Set's homicidal genetically created hybrid had struck again.

Leaving a bloody mess in its wake.

Not to mention one hell of a laundry and clean-up bill

To be continued.