Heavensblackcat: I recently started watching Supernatural again, and I felt inspired. This is the result. So please in enjoy and review. Also this story is suppose to have several urban legends in it, so if you know any good ones feel free to share!
Chapter One: Monster
Monster.
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down.
Murder ears with pillow lace.
There's bath tubs.
Full of glow flies.
Bathe in kerosene.
Their words tattoed in his veins, yeah.
Meg & Dia - Monster
Council Bluffs, Iowa
It was a regular night at the Jefferson house.
The babysitter, Marie, had arrived on time. The Jeffersons were out the door as soon as Mrs. Jefferson had found her earing.
The children were clean, bathed, and fed. They begged if they could go with their parents because they didn't want to be alone in the house with Marie.
Marie smiled as she let the kids pick a show on TV and watch it.
She continued smiling as she walked the Jeffersons to the door, and locked it behind them.
Then she proceeded to glare at the twins and send them upstairs to their parents room to watch TV upstairs.
"Marie!"
The babysitter glanced up at the stairway.
What did those little brats want now? She sighed and got up off the couch.
"Yeah what a shame...I'm telling you Bobby shouldn't have told Rebeca what happened with John and Sam."She might as well go see.
The teen switched the phone off speaker and began to walk up the stairs.
She gasped. "Wait, what did Angel do?"
Turning left she walked into the parent's room.
The children, a little boy and a girl, stared up at her with frightened eyes.
"Anyway Kathy, I have to go." She hung up the phone. "What is it now?" She glared at them.
"The statue moved!" Lilly, the youngest, said.
Her baby blues showed pure fright and she looked close to tears. Max squeezed Lilly's tiny hand in his.
Marie glanced at the clown sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Several other clown dolls adored the room, but this new one seemed to have an eerie demonic feel.
"I'll call your parents and ask them if I can cover it up." The Jefferson's were strange when it came to their dolls.
They respected them as if they were people, but Marie had to hand it to them they love their antique dolls as if they were their own children.
It also helped that they paid her well and even slipped her an occasional extra $20.
Marie shivered slightly as she felt that statue's eyes turned from the children to her.
Mrs. Jefferson picked up on the third ring. She seemed slightly intoxicated and was mostly likely trying to sober up a little before the charity auction began. "What is it Marie? Are the children okay?"
"Everything is fine Mrs. J. It's just that your new statue is creeping Lilly and Max out."
Mrs. Jefferson paused. "What new statue?"
Marie sighed in annoyance and herded both the children out of the room. "The clown in the rocking chair..."
"Marie...we haven't bought a clown statue since Max's second birthday." The babysitter felt the hairs on the back of her neck stick up, she slowly turned towards the corner of the room where the statue sat...or was sitting.
The teenager dropped the phone. "Lilly, Max!" She screamed running down the hallway and into the kids' shared bedroom.
Standing in the doorway, Marie froze in terror when she saw the clown standing in front of the window.
It grinned savagely at her and pulled a butcher knife out of its sleeve.