The kid I'm babysitting isn't alive.

I'm a photographer. Since my profession doesn't pay that much, I moonlight as a babysitter and other odd jobs for anyone who'd hire me.
Today, I was hired to look after a kid while his parents went to have dinner.
The wife was the type of person you wanted to gag and tie up. She was so annoying. The father, didn't even seem to care. They both looked like terrible parents.
I knew, from personal experience, bad parents lead to bad kids. I knew I wouldn't like whatever was in that house.
Things got off to an even worse start, when I realized here were no security cameras. No way to monitor what was going on in the rest of the house. People are so casual about their safety these days.
For my own safety, I installed my own video cameras around the house, after they left of course.
I just finished putting the final one in the basement, when I noticed a shadow on the base of the stairs, and heard a little voice whisper
"Where's Teddy?"
It was Jack. The couple's son. I'm not going to lie, he was a creepy little one, and that one line creeped me out.
"Where's Teddy?"
He repeated.
"I.....I don't know, Jack. Why don't we talk about it upstairs, yeah?"
I pushed past him, but he grabbed onto my pantlegs, trying to drag me down to t
"Where's Teddy?"
His hands were so cold. He wouldn't let go, as I dragged his cold body up the basement stairs. I was so tired by that point.
He kept asking asking.
Where is Teddy? Where is his Teddy?
In that creepy voice of his, over and over. Looking at me at like that, like he knew something about me.
I was so tired. I'd done so much.
Before I reached the top of the stairs, I turned around when he was about to start up again
"Why don't you go see him?"
I pushed him. He fell over.
It was a joke. A joke.
Krck
I don't know how he was fragile.
Iswearididntknow.
His body, just lay there on the basement steps, his open eyes facing me. For a moment, I was afraid his lips would part and shape those words
".."
But there was only silence. I was alone, me and Jack's dead body.
I didn't want to go to jail. I was so afraid. The only thing I could see was his parent's faces, flashing over and over in my head.
I went into some kind of zombie mode. Only thing I wanted was to hide it. Hide it and it would go away.
I dragged his cold body down the basement stairs, to a hard to see corner. Nervous and sweaty, I made sure to place his body carefully on the floor.
Then I took pictures. Lots of pictures.
I made sure to get his face in all of them.
Then, I shoved it into the box I placed there, right below the hidden video camera.
Right next to Teddy's body.
I stole a family picture before I left. The annoying wife I wanted to tie up and that smug husband.
And Jack and his little bro, Theodore.
I got home now.So I don't really know what to do? I'll take suggestions in the comments
I think I'll stay and watch the house from my video camera. They're about to get home now, and find their children. I want to see their faces.


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