Hi, my name is Ashley and this is a true story.
This is a story about my first job. I had a neighbor,Robert,who was kinda fat but always had a smile on his lips. He offered to pay me 5 dollars an hour to watch his fraternal twin brats named Crystal and Gabriel. So I agreed, but demanded to be paid up-front because I noticed that there were a lot of unpaid bills on his kitchen counter. He was going out on a date with his sleazy girlriend named Candy who was always hanging around his house with a cigarette dangling from her mouth and the two top buttons of her blouse undone so her black bra would peek through. Robert's first wife disappeared three years ago- rumor has it that she ran off with some guy. I didn't blame her because Robert gave me the creeps- he was always staring at me; particularly when my back was turned and he thought I wasn't noticing him.
A Pepperoni pizza was already delivered by the time Robert left. The two brats ate the slices so fast, tomato sauce was running down their chins while their cheeks were bulging with unchewed pizza. Gabriel started choking and I had to do the Heimlich maneuver. Then Gabriel spit out the two slices of pizza and vomited the undigested pepperonis that were in his stomach.
I ran upstairs to the master bedroom to grab some towels and I heard a scream coming from under the bed. Thinking it was Crystal, I tipped over the mattress (because I was furious) and found no one. I looked at the door and both kids were standing in the hallway wondering what I was doing. Then I saw a look of horror on the twin's faces. I followed their line of sight and glanced at the underside of the mattress and there was a patch of blood dried up with strands of hair and flakes of skin. The hair was red just like thier mother's. We were still screaming when the police came.