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Hey guys,I decided to write some stories with a urban legend twist in it. I got this urban legend story "The Babysitter and the Man Upstairs" for wikipedia. Some urban legend info is from there too.


Emily Fileds was flipping through the pages in her eight grade yearbook. She smiled as she caught sight of Ali DiLaurentis' beautiful face. Emily had a crush on her. This made her feel embarresed about it. She had never told this secret to anyone, not even her parents. Apparently someone knew and whoever it was he or she was blackmailing her. So far, she hadn't gotten any texts from this 'A' person. She felt relieved but she knew that the taunting was not over yet.

As she flipped another page, she let out a sad sigh. This was a picture where her and Ali were hugging each other and smiling for the camera. Emily could still feel and remeber the warmth that went through Ali's body to hers and she liked it. Emily didn't know what she was. Was she a lesbien or was she bi? She liked boys but she didn't know if she liked them as much as Ali.

She flipped the page again and there was a writting scrawled on the white paper. It said: With lots of love girl! See you in high school 3 Ali.

Ali loved to draw hearts next to her signature. Emily was glad that she remembered that about her best friend. She just couldn't believe that Ali was gone. During the sleepover one minute she was there, the next BAM! she was gone like a speck of dust. Emily didn't want to think of Ali being dead, but it had been three years ago and she was more than likely to be dead.

Emily didn't want to cry but she was a bit sensative. She missed Ali. She wiped her eyes and sucked in a deep breath.

"Emily!" her mother called from downstairs, "don't forget that you have to babysit for the O'Brians' today."

Right Emily thought. The O'Brains' were a nice family. They had two pretty little girls. The family had a nice friendship with the Fileds family. The Mr. and Mrs. O'Brain loved Emily and so did the little girls. They thought that Emily was a mature young woman who can take care of her two little girls.

Emily closed the yearbook and put it on her table. She looked at the time and it said six o'clock. She had to go to the O'Brains' house and seven sharp. The two couples were leaving to go to a gallery show. Both lovers loved art and they both appreciated it.

She got off of the bed and stripped out of her clothes. She threw some nice ones on and was ready to go. She thought it would be better to get there early so she could hang out with the girls. She loved the two girls. Not in a love, love way. The two girls were small and cute and they got along well with each other. Most of the time.

The telephone let out a sharp ring. Emily jumped a little in the air and looked at the telephone as if it were an extraterrestrial creature. She appraoched the phone and cluthced the handle. "Hello?" she answered, once the telephone was in her ear.

There was a crackling sound going on the other line. The crackling sound was followed by a deep breath. To Emily, it sounded like someone was dynig. "Hello?" she asked.

"Watch out for the children," came a scratchy voice. Then the line went dead.

Emily quickly put the phone back. She looked at it. Was it A? she thought. What did he mean? The children are going to be fine she assured herself. She shook her head, thinking that the phone call was some kind of prank. She walked out of her room, ready to go to the O'Brains' house. She was unaware that the phone call was no joke.