Taking care

Caro felt her heart thumping in her chest as she marched towards her next appointment. She had reluctantly agreed to babysit for a mysterious friend of her father's, although babysitting was an understatement - the boy was at least 18 and the mother was known to be devilish.

The further she ventured into the outer limits of the city, the more uneasy she became. She felt unseen hands roam over her body as she passed strangers and every face she made eye contact with seemed to leer at her with sinister intent. Even the women she saw stirred something deep within her that she hadn't experienced before.

When she finally arrived at the grand estate, a chill ran down her spine as if someone was watching her every move. She reached for the key, only to remember that her bag and cello were left at Mr Maier's. But an urge inside her told her to continue onward without them. She pressed the doorbell but there was no answer. So, with determined resolve, she traipsed around to the patio door, which was luckily open. With her heart pounding in her ears, Caro took one last look back before entering the living room.