Babysitting Lucy

I pulled my old, silver Subaru into a large red driveway. This home was beautiful - a salmon colored roof, three garages, a front door the size of my room. The windows were the same color white as the three story house.
Finally, I got a call from someone who actually bothered to read the brightly colored posters I hung all around town. My parents refused to buy me a new phone - I needed some more money. So, knowing that fifteen was old enough, I decided to take up babysitting. For weeks I've been waiting for someone to call me, and finally Mr. Mossford called me, in a hurry to get a babysitter.
I piled out of the car, grabbing my bag and heading up the slippery stone steps. It was a bit drizzly, and at six o' clock the sky was already pitch black. I rang the doorbell and heard Beethoven's fifth echo throughout the house. That's a weird doorbell sound, with kids in the house. It was kind of creepy...
I began to regret doing this. What if this guy was going to lock me up in his basement? What if he came out with a gun? Stop it, I told myself. You're being stupid.
I heard a yell, frantic footsteps, a quiet murmur right in front of the door, and a cough. Finally, a man with slicked back black hair and a thin, rat-like nose opened the front door. He smiled, showing me a crooked but dazzling white. He reminded me of a character from a 1960's black and white movie, but turned into color.
"Hello, sweetheart, you must be Paige." He had a deep, manly voice, and brown-black eyes that seemed to gaze right into my soul.
"Yeah, that's me." I replied, mustering on my best smile.
"Come in. Lucy is dying to meet you." He stepped aside, opening the door a little bit wider.
As I walked inside, I gasped. His house was beautiful. There were paintings lining the walls, and the ceilings were incredibly high. The floors were marble, and there was a long hallway to my right. A large, crystal chandelier hung above me.
"So." His loud voice interrupted my gaping, and I turned around to face him. "I'll be back a twelve thirty. She's already been fed. Her bed time is eight thirty. Just have fun, watch TV, whatever you want. There's food in the kitchen." he smiled and grabbed his coat, running out the front door and slamming it behind him.
Ooookay. That was odd. Was he running late? And where was Lucy, anyway?
I went down the long hallway, and saw the TV on to Dora the Explorer. But Lucy wasn't there.
Into the kitchen. She wasn't there. Her bedroom upstairs. No one. Into the basement. No one.
I checked every room, even the bathroom. But Lucy was nowhere to be found. I became very nervous. Did I lose the kid the first day on the job?
I walked into the living room, where Dora was playing, a little bit frightened. Sitting on the couch, I sat down trying to gather myself. But I sat down on something bumpy.
Stupidly hoping it was Lucy, I reached under myself, only pulling out a photo album. Lucy was printed on the front in script. The front picture was of Mr. Mossford, his hand stretched out to his side as if he was holding hands with someone.
I opened it up, and looked through. I saw a picture of a brand new Barbie scooter, sitting on the curb of the street. A picture of a sidewalk. Mr. Mossford kissing the air. Him sitting on the ground in the living room, right in front of me, holding a bunch of toys and building something. But no Lucy in any of the pictures.
Extremely freaked out, I called Mr. Mossford at the number he left me. Three rings, then a click.
"Hello?" I heard annoyance and such in his voice.
"Hi, this is Paige..."
"Oh! Hello Paige!" The annoyance went away.
"Um, I can't find Lucy anywhere. She's not around."
"Eh, sometime she plays hide and seek."
"No, but she's not. I've looked everywhere."
"You sure?"
"Well, also, Mr. Mossford, I saw this photo album of Lucy, but she wasn't in any pictures. It was mostly her stuff, or you seemingly... with someone invisible."
"YOU SNOOPED THROUGH MY STUFF?!" His deep voice became deafingly loud.
"No, Mr. Mossford, I sat on it accidentally and then looked through it so I can see what she looks like."
"That's it. That is IT." I heard a click, and then beeping noises.
He disconnected.
I had to get out of here.
Gathering my stuff that was scattered around the house, I tried my hardest to go the fastest I could. As I was about to leave, EVERYTHING fell out of my purse.
"GOD!" I yelled. I bent down to try and pick everything up. When I finally did, I ran back to the living room to get the photo album. I needed proof that this really happened.
But when I ran out the front door, his car was already pulled up in the driveway. He got out without shutting it off, and half sprinted, half walked up the stairs.
His face was red. A vein popped in his neck.
"You... you little..." He pointed a shaking finger at me.
"I'm... I'm very sorry..." I stuttered.
He shoved me inside, locking the door behind him. I sprinted up the stairs, stumbling into the nearest bathroom and locking it.
I heard banging at the door.
I was stuck.

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Thanks for reading! Yeah, spooky:) Did you like it? Criticize, comment!! Here's a little sneak peak for the next chapter:
Spending lots of time in the basement :p
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-Haley