60-year-old-creeper

Yeah. I still really really like it, but sometimes it gets a little bit difficult when you do as much as I do *cough cough*

But seriously, I'm up to my nose in all these babysitting job calls i'm getting. It's nice for the money, but i'm definitely noticing some patterns.

One of the most often babysitting jobs, I have a lot of fun, and the kids are really growing on me, and I officially know how every electronic thing in that house works, (that took awhile) BUT, I'm getting terribly creeped out every time I'm there.

At first, me and kids would go sit outside on the porch, and blow bubbles out on the alley. All good, right? Well, unless you got mr. 60-year-old-creeper upstairs, peeking down. We're happily sitting there, and I hear a voice. "Make sure you blow bubbles in Evie's face." huh? I knew he was up there a hour ago, but why would he be paying attention to our conversation?

He started asking me questions like "So, where's Steven and Marie?" (the parents) "When will they be back?" "Are you the babysitter?" I wasn't too creeped out by that, (why should've I been?) I answered carefully, and then shuffled the kids back inside, and locked the door. After all, I was alone for another 7 hours with them. 3 hours later, he knocks on the door, and asks if he can say hi to the four year old through the door (wtf?) Okay. So, I didn't answer. Yeah, In my head I'm going through the million of articles i've seen online of creepy child molesters. haha. Well, anyhoo, that night, my Dad came to pick me up (around midnight) and I walk out on the back porch, and he ran downstairs from his apartment, and said good bye to me. I walked down the rickety stairs, and got in the car, and looked up and he was staring at me from his apartment.

That was two months ago. Ever since then, I'll look into the hallway through the peephole while i'm pacing with the baby, and he's leaning on the wall next to the apartment's door. He lives upstairs. I don't see any other reason, and I think my 'freaking out' is kind of justifiable. I don't go outside with the kids anymore, and I lock all doors till Steven comes home. It works. I'm still okay. But I think i'm going to have to mention it to Marie sometime or another.

:/