This happened to me when I was 17, I am now 21. I was a senior in high school and had been a babysitter since I was a 13 yr. old in 8th grade. The people I babysat for lived in the wealthier part of my city, so I was never really worried or scared about intruders or anything. Also, I watched over their two year old daughter... at night. The parents liked to have a night out every once in a while and would normally come back at around 3am or so. Sometimes they would stay at a hotel for the night.

Anyway, one night in the late spring I was sitting downstairs watching TV. I remember it was music videos on MTV and it was about 1am. The baby had long ago fallen asleep upstairs in her room. All of a sudden the doorbell rings. Not only was I freaked out because it was 1am, but mostly because the ring was one of those long ones. I froze. It rang again and I cut the TV off. The house was now totally dark except for the kitchen stove light, which is positioned directly ahead of the living room.

I tiptoed up the first set of steps and peaked around the banister at the door. There was no way in hell I was going to yell "who is it?". Next I hear three slow knocks. I remember shaking now. Then, I can barely make it out from the dim light in the kitchen, but oh my god... I realize the freakin' door is unlocked!! I never checked it after the parents left! The handle of the door goes down! I don't have time to run upstairs so I quickly tippy toe down to the laundry room in back of the downstairs bathroom. I hide in between the washer and wall. I can hear the man breathing and walking. It sounds like he has on a mask, he's breathing so hard. All I can do is cry from fright and think about the baby upstairs. I hear him moving around in the living room, then the kitchen, then the family room. He actually turned on a light like he knew the owners weren't there, like he knew I was there alone!

Then, and this is the scariest part, he calls out my name! "Brooooke". Really slow and creepy. I nearly went in my pants. I didn't recognize the voice. Tears were rolling so fast now. I knew he would kill me. Suddenly I hear him heading upstairs. Then I hear the baby crying, after a minute or so she stops. I didn't know what to do. After she stops crying he comes downstairs and I hear him open the door.

I waited about 10min and didn't hear anything so decided to run to my cell phone on the couch. I crept out and didn't see him. Got my phone. I looked around the banister to check the door. It was still half open. Shit! I went back to the bathroom and called the cops. I was frantic! Then I heard someone trying to get into the backdoor but it was locked. Still on the phone I ran to the front door and locked it! The man was now banging on the back door! He dissapeared for a while. The cops finally bang on the door and I could see there cars. I let them in and even hug the first one. Then I run upstairs to the baby and she has a pillow over her head. She was okay though. They never found anyone and I never babysat there again.