Flustered

Katie watched her hat flop away yet again. This was getting ridiculous. How the hell did that even happen? One second, she was standing up, and the next, she felt something heavy against her legs, and then she was falling. At this point, she was getting worried if the mansion was inhabited by ghosts.

No, she didn’t know how, but this had to be something to do with Roxanne. She didn’t know how she was doing it, but she was putting a stop to this now.

“Enough!” she shrieked. “I know you can hear me, Roxanne. Now, stop it. Enough is enough. I’m your babysitter, and you’re going to listen to me.”

Once again, nothing but silence.

“I’m talking to you.” Katie stamped her foot. “You’re acting like a bitch, and I won’t have it.”

“Now, now, that’s not very nice.” Roxanne’s voice echoed through the garage. “And babysitters aren’t supposed to swear, either. You should be punished for that.”

“I’m not supposed to swear? Then get down here and apologize to me, now.” Katie retrieved her hat again. “I’m not playing around, and I’m going to find you.”