I don’t know why I accepted the position. Okay, I do know why, but it sounds so wrong to say it out loud. I took the job because I needed the money. Alright, not just some money, I don’t think anyone in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to earn ten thousand dollars a month just to watch four adopted kids. I mean, really, would you have passed up that chance? If you knew then, what I know now, your answer would be yes. A scream from the tallest peak in the world yes. Don’t believe me? Well, let me tell you the story of how I ended up in the St. Mary’s Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
I had just moved to Hawthorne and needed a job. So, I did what any reasonable person would do, and I looked in the newspaper. Would you believe that newspapers don’t publish help wanted ads anymore? Ridiculous! But, one day, while buying ramen and a box of macaroni and cheese at the store, I saw a Nanny Wanted notecard pinned to the community board. The card read, “Nanny Wanted. Four rambunctious boys need new nanny. Starting Kindergarten next week” and it included their address. Wow! How was that for luck? How much trouble could it be taking care of kids who would be in school all day? Of course, I had to get that job, so I unpinned the notice so that no one else could see it and take it from me.
The family was a little abnormal, but what family isn’t? They liked me and hired me straight away. I was on cloud nine. I was happy to just have a job, but then they told me how much they would pay me, and I nearly died. Ten thousand dollars a month! A month! I would never have made that much money anywhere else. I should have known something was up, but their offer was just shocking, and I was not going to pass it up.
They kept talking about the kids, but all I thought about was the money. What I was going to do with that money. The only thing I did catch that immediately sent the money sprinting from my mind was vacation. What! The parents were going on vacation for a week and needed me to stay in. Well, that was an inconvenience, but for ten grand I would probably have slept in a crypt. Wouldn’t you?
The parents left on Saturday and the kids started school on Monday. Now, I was not a huge fan of kids, but these ones sent shivers up my spine. I mean it. Something was off with these kids. Charlie only ate raw meat that was individually wrapped by his mother and labelled only by day of the week. This kid could have been eating someone’s left thigh for all I knew. Chucky was obsessed with his mother’s bridal doll and talked to it like it was alive. Weirdo!. Jeffery must have had a disease or something because his skin always looked light blue or light green, depending on his mood. Their last one, Harvey, I swear had fleas. Fleas! He also preferred the nocturnal lifestyle.
After a long weekend of playing games and reading books that were quite shocking to be in their bookcase, I packed the kids’ lunchboxes, backpacks, and hauled them all off to their first day of Kindergarten. It was one of those fancy private schools that catered to rich weirdos like the Addams Family.
No sooner had I left them, I got a phone call needing to bring a new pair of pants for Chucky because he spilled juice on his. Fine. Whatever. Right before lunch, I got called back over there to bring Harvey home because he kept howling when the teacher was trying to read them Goodnight, Moon before nap time. Chucky was sent home at one, because he hit another little boy after he made fun of Chucky for bringing his bridal doll to school. I did tell him to leave her at home, but he wouldn’t listen to me.
It was quiet after that and I didn’t think much about it. When I pulled up to the school, it was quiet outside, and I let Chucky and Harvey run around and play on the playground while I went inside to collect the other two. What I saw was shuddersome. No, it was worse than that…it was, was, well, worse than the time Becky Monroe slipped during ice skating lessons and split her head open on the ice.
There was Jeffery looking all loathsome sitting in the middle of the room chewing on a piece of eraser. Well, I think it was an eraser. I don’t think it was what they said it was in the courtroom. I wasn’t sure if it was Charlie or Jeffery who really did it. Maybe it was one; maybe it was both. I know it wasn’t who they said it was. If they had seen the evil little grin on Jeffery’s face when he looked at me, or the threatening look from Charlie…especially with the knife in his hands, they might have believed it wasn’t me.
I picked Jeffery up off the slippery floor while Charlie skated over to me. That’s when I heard the hair-raising, blood-curdling scream. No one can blame her really. I might have too if it wasn’t for the fact that I was getting ten thousand dollars to watch those little freaks.
Their parents returned and never said a word about it. Somehow, they, the kids, and almost everything in the house was gone by the time the police showed up. Everything except the bodies in the basement of the missing children that police have been looking for over the last two weeks. I couldn’t believe it. They didn’t offer to help with legal expenses or anything. Not even a thank you card. The trial only lasted two days before they sent me here. I’m keeping the bottom bunk open for the family’s next nanny though. It will be nice to have someone to talk to for a change.
This was written for M.M.H.B Challenge