"Hey, Trish," Ally Dawson said to her best friend, Patrica De La Rosa, who walked in to her dads music store, Sonic Boom. Everyone knew how much she hated her name so everyone her Trish.
"Guess who just got a job as a babysitter!" Allys' eyes grew wide at the in fear. Who would be dumb enough to trust Trish with a child's life, she thought. She walked out from the counter. "Hey, where's are two dorks?" Trish asked, refring to Austin Moon and Dezso Dienes, their other friends. However, they couldn't prononce Dezso, so they called him Dez.
"They're up in the pratice room." Suddenly they heard a loud thump from the practice room. The ran upstairs to the practice room, in time to see a penguin, a kangaroo and a rabbit tipping over and destroying Ally's practice room. "Dez, I told you your pets are not aloud in the store!"
"Fine, we will go else where. Come on Chilly, Captain Jumpy and Fluffy," Dez comaned his pet. Once he left, he screamed, "No Fluffy, help! Not the face, not the face. Ahhhh! Help me. Captain Jumpy no. Help!"
"We should probably help him," Austin said, running to help his friend. Later that night, Ally and Trish arrived at the Johnson's house, the house they were babysitting at. Ally had choose to help Trish with babysitting, knowing she would take naps, try on clothes and read fahion magizines. The house was a huge, gourgeous and painted a beautiful shade of gold. It had five stories, with a garden, an ocean veiw, a pool, a flat screen TV, a pizza parlor and an arcade.
The outside was surrounded by palm trees. Ally noticed a pound in the distance. The was a blond girl feeding white blurrs. They were Gesse. She smiled. The geese reminded her of Pickles, a goose who used to help her with her writers block at the mall pound. You see, she is Austin's songwriter. "So Ally, why did you come over, again?" Trish asked, breaking Ally out of her trance.
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
The parents left at 9:00. The two friends walked into the house, making both of them say inunison, "Woah." The hard wood floored living room had a 32" flat screen TV, two coaches, one was a golden couch with yellow swirles and the other was a fainting couch, a chandelier, some chairs and was connected to a private movie theater.
Ally walked up to the fainting couch, her brown and blond hair and fainted. Soon she woke up and wacthed TV in the living room. Ally sat on the golden couch while Trish tried on Mrs. Johnsons clothes. Ally started to feel tired. Suddenly, the phone rang, startaling the half asleep teen. She looked at the clock.
9:30. Who could would call at this hour, the songwriter thought. She walked to the phone and picked it up. "Hello, the Johnson's residents."
A deep, scrathy male voice answered, "Have you checked the children." The voice sent shivers down Ally's spine.
"Wh-Wh-o is-" Ally was cut off when the line went dead. Then, their was a long, erie silence. She then went back to the couch. It's just a prank call. It's just a prank call, she told herself over and over again. She still felt as if she was being wacthed. The voice was just to real and scary. Ally wacthed TV and soon fell into a deep, heavy sleep.
The already frightened girl was awaken by a strong hand grabbing her as the man said in a deep voice say, "Your mine now." She tried to tell who it was but she couldn't. Her heart beat as if it was about to burst. Soon, a sharp knife rose above her. She let out a blood shirling scream.