“Rap, rap, rap”. The noise heard down the stairs, the babysitter pulled the children close. Finally she knew she had to check it out. Slowly climbing the stairs, children under the covers in their beds, she was more nervous every step. The raps got louder as she ascended. She slowly opened the door to the attic.
She found a tumbled over box of wrapping paper.
Apologies, this is an old tale told by babysitters in the fifties.🙄🥴😂
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The Bag Lady 
Great twist:-)
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Didn’t your babysitters ever tell you that story? Maybe it was because my usual babysitters were big sisters….🥴
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We never really had babysitters when I was little–my gran lived so close by:-)
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LOL cute.
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Ha! Nicely done, Cheryl.
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