When I volunteered to babysit for a family who lived in a calm suburban area, I never gave any thought to the possibility that I would find a terrifying secret hidden there. In spite of this, young Ben took me into the shadows one night, revealing a web of obsession that threatened to unravel all of us altogether. We made a discovery that altered the course of our life forever.
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As Ben gazed up at me with those large, serious eyes, he dropped his toy vehicle and looked at me. “Kate,” he communicated to her, “there is something that you must observe.”
I made an effort to grin. “Ben, how are you doing?”
A quick glance around indicated that he was aware that someone was listening. “It is located in the basement. I need you to come right away.
A knot formed in my stomach. “Do not go into the basement,” Robert had made it abundantly clear one again. When he said it, he gave me a look that challenged me to go against him.
My knees were bent. “Ben, you are aware that your father has cautioned us against going down there. The subject is off-limits.
It became darker on Ben’s face. This is not where Dad is. Arrive at once. Kindly, could you?”
His sense of urgency jolted me. “All right, but what we need to do is move quickly.”
We crept down to the entrance leading to the basement. As I cranked the knob, my heart was beating extremely fast. When I got down there, it was pitch black, the temperature was low, and I could smell something musty.
Ben turned on the light on the switch. It is urgent.
As I followed him, I witnessed something that caused my blood to become ice cold. Throughout the room, photographs of Linda were affixed to the walls. There are hundreds of them. Linda is seen sleeping, Linda is seen reading a book, and Linda is seen at the grocery shop.
“What the heck…” I hushed my voice.
Ben pulled on my sleeve again. I must have told you that it was significant.
I quickly reached for my phone and dialed Linda’s number. The third ring was the one that she picked up on. “It is imperative that you return home, Linda. And now”
The way she spoke was shaky. What exactly is the matter, Kate?
Just come on over. The topic at hand is Robert.
At twenty minutes after the initial arrival, Linda showed up with a pale and drawn face. As soon as she entered the basement, she let out a gasp and immediately put one hand by her lips.
She mumbled, “Oh my God…” as tears began to make their way into her eyes. “Has he been paying attention to me?”
My head nodded. “It is imperative that we leave this place. It’s not safe to do this.”
Linda’s hands shook as she looked around her surroundings. How was he able to accomplish this? This is incomprehensible to me.
As I did so, I placed my hand on her shoulder. The solution will be found by us. First things first, however, we had to depart.
While she was still in shock, she nodded. It is necessary for us to leave. Put together your bag, Ben. We will be departing.”
Neither Ben nor I argued. In the meantime, I assisted Linda in gathering a few necessities while he ran upstairs. As I attempted to make sense of what we had witnessed, my mind proceeded to race.
During the time that we were leaving the house, I couldn’t shake the impression that Robert’s obsession went much further than we already knew. But for the time being, the only thing that mattered was getting Linda and Ben to the place where they might be safe with her family.
When Linda called me the following day, her voice shuddered with the conviction that she was feeling. I am in need of your assistance, Kate. The documentation of this is required.
The response I gave was, “Of course.” Asking, “What is the plan?”
It is necessary for us to verify his actions. Although I want to confront him, we need to be careful about how we go about doing so.
There was a flurry of covert actions that took place during the next few days. While Robert was out and about, Linda followed him and recorded his every move. Without his knowledge, she meticulously documented every interaction and movement that took place.
One evening, Linda and I sat down and went over the footage for a while. While shaking my head, I remarked, “He is obsessed with something.” Why is it the case? To what end is this being driven?
She let out a sigh. “I am not in the know. However, we must find out the answer.”
As a warning, I said, “Be careful.” We are unsure of how far he will travel before stopping.
That was Linda’s nod. “I am aware. On the other hand, I can’t continue to live like way.”
During that evening, we came up with a scheme to replace the photographs that were stored in the basement with fresh ones, which would be photographs of Robert that had been taken without his knowledge. However, it seemed to be the only way to make him see the seriousness of his acts, despite the fact that it was perilous.
Our job was done in complete stillness, and the strain was evident. It was impossible for me to ignore the growing sensation of dread that I was experiencing as we continued to cover the walls with the new photographs. Is it possible that this caused him to go over the edge?
