Nanny Dreadful

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Creepypasta: A Literary Reading of Web Horror. Please enjoy.

I checked every room, but I couldn’t find mommy or daddy anywhere. The house was empty and I didn’t know what to do. I grew worried and started crying for my parents, until a little round woman let herself in through the front door. She used mommy’s keys, the same set with the teddy bear key chain that I would play with when we were out and I got bored.

“Who are you?” I asked.

The woman crouched and inspected me. She shriveled her nose and covered her mouth as she sneezed, blinking her black eyes. “My name is Nanny Dreadful. Your mommy gave me the keys and said I’m to take care of you.” Nanny Dreadful was a warty old hunchback dressed head to toe in faded velvet. Her black hair was pulled back so tight that I could see the lumps on her head. She had large, bulbous eyes that made me giggle, for one of them looked an inch higher than the other.

“When is mommy coming back?” I asked.

“Not for a long while I suppose.”

“Oh.” I beckoned for her to follow me into the playroom. “Can we play a game then, Nanny Dreadful?”

“Yes, little girl,” said my new nanny, taking my hand. “I know a fun game for us to play.” As she followed me into my playroom, I noticed stains appearing in the white carpet with every step she took. This funny old lady had jam coming off the bottoms of her shoes. Nanny chuckled as she removed a pair of scissors from her pocket. The shears had that same red jelly dripping from them. “I must warn you, child,” she said, “I’ve played this game many times before and I always win.”

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