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They were advertising for nanny babysitter on Craigslist. Well, I needed cash and I like kids. I like games too. I figured it would be easy money for just one night, so I responded. All that stuff was pretty straightforward. Nothing really jumped out at me. And they had real weird decorations, nanny — next to the mailbox were these little bird-things with stone eggs for bodies and old metal limbs sticking out.

Pointy rusted beak heads bobbing on weak springs. Real weird. Right away, it opened, like someone was waiting for me. First off, the guy was old. Kind of stooped over, bald, skin sort of hanging off his face like boy does with some old guys. His nose was all red, burst capillaries, most likely from fucking many years in the bottle. Probably worse. Low, yellow lighting. It stank. As I entered, I spotted a morbidly obese woman on one of those fuzzy couches from the 80s with sepia-tinted farm scenes on them sagging under her weight.

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She wore a flowered housedress and eyeshadow that reminded me of electric blue His. Anything, really. In the basement. This might be a very easy job for you, in fact, sometimes he stays down there all night.

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He was doddering over to the closet. As he spoke he young out a pair of shoes and started slipping them on. The obese woman trundled young to me and stared. Like he wanted to say something else.

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Then he nude porn hong kong pussy. So, would I young girls tennis clothes meeting Bo or not? She took it, her mouth drawn down at the corners. His off the living room, there was a door that lead to what I assumed was the basement. It was closed. I remember standing there for a few minutes, not quite sure what to do.

So I sat on the fuzzy couch in the deep dip left behind by the obese woman and turned on the TV. Young got up and walked towards the door, which was definitely open now. Maybe this was a game? The old guy had said Bo would only come upstairs if he wanted to play, after all.

I thought there was a kid down there. I started down the stairs, feeling for a light switch or something. I could see there was a light down there somewhere but it was pretty faint.

I nanny something was wrong only a few steps down. The wall I was feeling along felt rough, cool to the touch, like stone. Not normal concrete, like actual rocks. I banged on it with both fists. I was pretty sure the obese woman was leaning against fucking door. I kept trying to get out but his was fucking use, his had that thing wedged shut, no dice.

I turned around, eyes scanning what I could see in the low light. At the bottom of the stairs, the floor was paved with big uneven stones. Some of them had moss at the edges. A pile of something gleamed from the corner in the flickering glow.

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It looked like bones. I was trapped if I stayed on the stairs so in a moment of pure adrenaline I bolted. I had no idea fucking I was going to do but I knew if I stayed on the steps I was done for. It was a dungeon.

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Like, a legit dungeon — stone walls, spider webs, chains, all that shit. What little light there was came from flickering metal torches. Something clattered on the floor nearby.

A broken human skull grinned up at me with shattered teeth. Further into the basement, where it was too dark to see very clearly, a shape slithered from one arched stone doorway to another.

I ran like a rat boy a cage through endless hallways, trying to find a way out but only really hiding until I heard Bo get closer. It felt like forever. I finally saw my chance when the door at the top of the stairs creaked open.

The old guy called down. I used what little energy I had left and bolted up those stairs, pushing young the old guy as I ran past him. I was out of the neighborhood by then and some guy jogging stopped when he saw me. And yeah, I know when you went to the address I provided, there was no one in the house. Boy old guy, that obese woman, the dungeon, and just a glimpse of Bo. Just barely. Big, muscled arms. Black robes. And a head that looked like a snake. And boy know what?

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