It all began one day when I was over my friend Susan's house. Her parents had
just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I was allowed to stay that
weekend while her parents were away. Susan and I were sitting down eating when she
got a call from the house where a new family just moved into. The Smith's had asked her
to babysit for them. They said it was all right if I came too. They wanted us to come
over about six that evening.
When we got over there Mrs. Smith introduced her two year old daughter named
Julie to us. Mr. and Mrs. Smith didn't leave right away because they wanted Julie to get
to know us better. Mrs. Smith told Susan and I that Julie could stay up until 8:00 P.M..
She also told us she had been having problems with her telephone.
There must have been
something wrong with the connection because when it rang there would be no one on the
other end. Someone was coming tomorrow to take a look at it.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith informed us that they would be a little late coming home
because it was their anniversary and they had a long night planned. We told them to have
a nice time and they both grabbed their coats and left.
Julie started crying just as they closed the door. We gave her a bottle and put her
down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I looked at each other,
seeing who was going to answer it.
I answered the phone but no one was there. I said hello again, but still no answer.
All I could hear was someone breathing heavily. It was loud, gasping, and...