Babysitting Nightmare

It was a stormy Halloween night. Amanda was stuck babysitting her little 5 year old cousin Carla, while her parents, aunt, and uncle were at a Halloween party. She had always hated their house since it appeared to be haunted. She was especially nervous, since it was Halloween and fear was in the air. The weather outside was terrifying. The wind was howling and it was pouring rain, with occasional lightning. The trick or treaters had long ago left, taking shelter from the storm. Amanda was watching Halloweentown with her little cousin. Then, Amanda heard a knock on the door. How strange she thought, "Why would there be any trick or treaters in this weather." She opened the door and as she looked down she saw two little girls. They were dressed as zombies, in matching blue nightgowns, covered in blood and dirt. "Trick or Treat" they said. Abigail looked around and was shocked to see the girls were alone. "Where are your parents?" she asked. "We don't have any," they replied. All of a sudden, there was a bang! The street lights flashed and then all went black. Amanda was baffled, since the power had not gone out in their house. "Would you like to come inside?" she asked. "Sure!" the girls replied. "Why are you out here trick or treating in this weather?" Amanda questioned. "This is our old house and we wanted to come visit!" the girls stated.

Amanda was starting to get worried. It was weird enough that those girls were out trick or treating in those weather conditions, without any parents. She also knew her aunt and uncle had lived in the house for the past 10 years and the girls appeared to be around 7 years old. She decided not to say anything because it was late at night and dark, so they could have had the wrong house. As they walked in, Amanda was shocked to see that her cousin seemed to know the girls. "Hey Sammie, hey Nicole!" said Carly. "Hey Carla!" they exclaimed. "Is it alright if we go look around?" they asked Amanda. "Sure!" Amanda said. "Be careful!"

After the girls had left, Amanda asked Carla how she new the girls. "Those are the girls from the painting," said Carla. "What painting?" asked Amanda. "It's upstairs in the playroom," Carla replied. Amanda was frightened. She knew there was something strange about those girls, but didn't think they were ghosts. "Will you show me the painting?" she asked Carla. "Yes! Follow me!" Carla exclaimed.

They slowly tiptoed up the creaky stairs and into the playroom. Carla showed Amanda the painting. It was the same little girls, in a garden, having a tea party. It looked to be a happy scene, but the girls' faces were filled with anger. "I don't get it," Amanda stated. "Why are the girls in the painting here?" Amanda heard footsteps behind, and turned around to see the two girls in the hallway holding daggers. "We've been stuck in that painting for the last 37 years," the girls said. "Only allowed to leave every Halloween and November 29, the day of the accident." A sick smile grew on their faces as they lifted the daggers. "Now it's your turn to be stuck in the painting!" the girls cried.