29 Babysitters Share The Most Messed Up Thing A Kid Has Ever Said To Them Once Their Parents Were Gone

17. BEING CREEPY PROBABLY SAVED HIS LIFE

“I baby sat for a single mom down the road. She was going out with her new bf. Cute great 5 year old boy, though very timid. I myself was 15 at the time.

Nights going fine, we decide to do some arts and crafts. He gets up and runs over to grab some scissors and runs back. I say ‘hold up slow down, you shouldn’t run with those it’s bad and dangerous.’ He instantly drops the scissors and starts sobbing, turns around and defeatedly heads towards the kitchen.

I’m completely baffled and follow him to the kitchen. I say I’m confused and what’s going on? He points to a drawer and through sobs over 20 seconds he manages to struggle out ‘it’s sob in sob there.’ It’s a silverware drawer, but prominent on the top is a large knife which I can see some flecks of blood on. I turn around to him and he’s taken his pants off. On his legs I see countless cuts, some scars looking years old, some only a day or two old.

So I’m a weird mix of confusion, fear, pity, and sadness. He had been cut on as punishment for any little thing he ever did wrong. I close the drawer and kneel down and tell him I’m so sorry I would never hurt him and to put his pants back on. It takes maybe twenty minutes for me to console him to stop crying and calm down and believe that I’m not going to cut him and this isn’t a test.

I get some treats for us, let him choose a tv show, and sit him down on the couch. I say I need to make a quick call, but I’ll be right around the corner and back asap. He agrees, and I call the cops. Non emergency though so it’ll be a while. I let them know he’s still very shaky and I’d like to hang up and go be with him. I hang up, but before I do I decide to deadbolt all the doors just in case.

Lucky for me too, because mom gets home before the cops. I give the kid my discman and headphones and send him up stairs so he can’t hear any of the ensuing unpleasantness. I go to the door and tell her she’s not getting in until the cops arrive. She freaks out, screams at me, and pounding in the door yelling to be let in, ordering the kid to let her in or ‘it’ll happen’. She goes around to all the doors and tries them.

Just as she grabs a brick and approaches a window, the cops pull in. She drops the brick and goes to them in hysterics, claiming I threatened to hurt her boy and I’m doing terrible things. I open the door and approach. Cops yell at me to stay where I am, one of them runs up to me and grabs hold. I do not resist and explain the situation. Half way through mommy screams at me ‘LIAR! You did you, you monster you hurt my boy!!!!’ Other cop manages to get her to stop screaming at me, and I convince my cop to step further away so I can finish.

Cops converse, and tell me I’m going to be cuffed and put in the cruiser until medical services get there to inspect the child. I successfully argue that mom and son should not be alone together. Mom is belligerent ‘you have the culprit all cuffed you can go now throw the book at that monster why are you still here’ the entire wait. Medical gets there, inspects the boy, I’m released with apologies and the mom takes my place in cruiser.

All that and I didn’t even get paid.”

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