Friday, September 10, 2010

I'm glad I never babysat Helena

Hey guys! It's Chantel again.
You might remember me from when Helena asked me to blog for her, or when I unexpectedly visited again

Recently Helena visited my blog in return 
(for the record, the toilet thing was a dare)

While at work I shared some of Helena's blog stories with one of my coworkers, and I remembered a story I want to share with you guys.

One of the things Helena and I have in common is that we enjoy getting scared during movies, stories and haunted houses. 

I didn't start to enjoy it as early on in life as Helena.

I have many memories of her sneaking into mine and Amber's bedroom at night (we shared a room all growing up) and reading us a story from one of her favorite books "Scary Stories to tell in the Dark"

Have you ever read that book? It's creepy. 
I'm pretty sure it would scream if you burned it.
(at least that's how I felt when I was younger)

Well, the incident I remembered was when we had our babysitter over.
I can't remember her name, so I'll call her Carrie
Carrie was a cool babysitter- she always brought Labyrinth with her for us to watch

One time Helena really wanted to read that book to our babysitter, but Carrie didn't do well with scary things, and she wouldn't let Helena read the stories out loud.

So Helena, being the demon angelic child she was, made up an emergency in the basement. Carrie ran down the basement stairs ready to rescue one of us from some terrifying catastrophe... only to find that the basement -though creepy- was empty.

Carrie then went back up the stairs, ready to lecture Helena about "crying wolf" when she couldn't open the door! Someone had locked her in! Now, if that wasn't bad enough they also turned off the lights!

Poor Carrie was at the top of a staircase leading into a dark and cold basement, with no light, and no way out.

Helena then proceeded to read from her book, "Scary Stories to tell in the Dark" through the door.

When Helena finally let Carrie out, she was crying, and terrified.

As far as I know, she never told my parents, and for some reason she kept coming back... I think she must have either loved us anyway, or really needed money.

But I don't think she ever let herself be alone in any of our rooms again.

All I'm saying is, as awesome as Helena is, I'm glad I never babysat my sister.


Kyle and Aly said...

That is sad and funny all at the same time. Helena, did you bring that book to college with you? We should have definitely read this one night while we lived in Alta. :P

viewfromdownhere said...

Oh wow...I wouldn't have come back, i'm not going to lie...but I do remember that book. Maybe she did just really need the money...

Adele said...

LOL! Speaking as someone who DID babysit Helena... (and you, too!) it wasn't that bad... but then, you know what sort of trouble I can dream up! ;)

seven thirty three said...

Eek! However she must have been a cool babysitter - the Labrynth is the best... my cat is even named Sir Didymus!

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