“Higher, higher!” Maisy calls out.

I push her higher. She giggled and squeals in a high pitched voice.

I have been babysitting Maisy for 6 months now and we have formed quite a strong relationship. I go to her house twice a week, and stay 10 hours. She is a sweet kid, though she sometime says some pretty out-there things that most 4 year olds don’t say regularly.

“Higher!” She squeals again.

“I don’t think I can,” I reply. I’m getting pretty tired now that I’ve been pushing her on the swing for 20 minutes.

“C’mon Maisy, there might be other kids wanting to have a turn.” I suggest.

“No!” She shouts aggressively, in a deep voice like I’ve never heard her talk in before.

My eyes widen.

I hear screams of horror that sound like they’re coming from a 5 year old. I look behind me. Nothings there. I turn back to Maisy. She’s on the ground, upside down in a backbend-shape, eyes glowing red.

Then I hear, in a deep distorted voice,

“Don’t ever say no to Maisy…”