This story was a personal experience of a friend of mine from high school. Sorry if it’s a little long!
My friend (we’ll call her Sarah) used to babysit for one of her neighbors who had to work awkward hours. He was no longer married and some days needed someone to look after his kids. His son was around nine, and his daughter about four. Sarah had always felt somewhat uncomfortable in this house, mainly on the first and second floors. So as soon as both of the kids had she would retreat into the basement until their father came home and she could leave.
One day, after both kids had gone to bed, Sarah was sitting in the basement watching TV—nothing out of the ordinary. After a little while she heard footsteps upstairs. Assuming the dad had come home, she went upstairs to say goodnight and head back over to hear house. Once she had made her way upstairs, she found no one there. Thinking it was just her imagination, Sarah went back downstairs and flipped on the TV.
About ten minutes later, this happened again. Of course, Sarah had written it off the first time, so again she assumed that the dad had come home, and again, there was no one there when she went upstairs. This time, however, she could hear the little girl talking upstairs on the second floor, so she went up to see why she wasn’t sleeping. When Sarah opened her door, the little girl was standing on her bed, looking into the bathroom that was connected to her room.
Sarah asked her, “Who are you talking to?”
She replied, “The man in the bathroom.”
At this point, Sarah was a little more alarmed. She checked the bathroom, and there was no one there, so she shut the door, tucked the little girl back into bed, and again retreated into the basement where she felt comfortable.
About an hour after this, the dad finally did come home, and Sarah reluctantly told him what had happened. He admitted that this had happened a few times before, adding that when she was younger it used to be a little different. When he would ask her who the little girl who she was talking to, she would answer, “The monster in the bathroom.” Coincidentally, when she had been in the hospital the year before to have her appendix removed, other relatives had sent her balloons and stuffed animals. One of the balloons had a picture of a clown on it. Instead of calling it a clown, the little girl would always refer to it as “the monster.”
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: creepy. 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.