by Robynne Maxwell
I used to frequently baby sit for my auntie. One night, I was watching three cousins, my auntie and uncle were going to be out until about 2:00am. I fed the kids and then we watched some movies. Around 8:00pm, I put the two-year-old to bed. At 8:30, I put the four-year-old to bed and at 9:00, the eight-year old.
I was still hungry so I went back downstairs to make myself a sandwich. When I was almost done, I heard the eight-year-old crying and calling my name. I went upstairs to see what was wrong. When I got up there, the child said she was cold, so I looked around for another blanket.
As I was doing that, I noticed that the window was open. I thought I had closed all of them but didn't think anything else of it. I closed the window, gave my little cousin another blanket, and checked the other windows in the other two children's rooms to make sure they were secure, and then went back downstairs.
When I went back to the kitchen, I noticed that my sandwich was gone. I just brushed it off and blamed it on the dog. I made myself another sandwich. Again, I heard crying, but this time it was the four-year-old. I went to his room, and he too said he was cold. I noticed the window was open again. I was worried this time because I knew she had locked it. I didn't want to scare the child so I just shut and locked it.
I returned downstairs and turned on the alarm system. When I went back to the kitchen, I discovered that her second sandwich was gone. I was really worried so I decided to call the police. When I told them that my sandwiches were disappearing, they thought I was crazy. I then told them about the windows opening repeatedly and they said it was probably just the kids doing it. After I hung up, I made myself a third sandwich.
I soon heard the two-year-old crying and went up to see what was wrong. Her window was also open. At this point, I was very frightened, so I gathered all of the kids, the cordless phone, and took them into a closet under the stairs in the kitchen. I called the police again, saying that I was really scared because someone keeps opening the windows and stealing my sandwiches -- and it's not the kids. They told me not to be worried, that they would be over in a few minutes to check it out.
I hung up the phone and held onto the kids tightly. A few minutes later, I heard a noise in the kitchen, and saw the knob turning on the closet door. I was about ready to scream when a policeman opened the door. I asked why they came so fast. He had a worried look on his face and told me to get out of the house. He then told her that on the phone, he heard a double click.