Scary Horror Stories by Dr. NoSleep - [BONUS] I Built a Pillow Fort for the Girl I Babysit… And She Vanished Inside

Episode Date: June 27, 2026

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comforting light beamed from the downstairs windows. He checked his phone, 652. Early, but he liked to be early. Because being late to babysit felt worse than being late to, well, almost anything else. You couldn't hastily text a seven-year-old. Running ten minutes behind, my bad. With three crying laughing emojis and have it mean anything. Grabbing his bag off the passenger seat, a well-loved canvas tote that sported his community college logo. Ben stepped out of the car.

It was cold tonight. He shivered and started quickly up the driveway. Keys still in hand. And thumb-working the little dinosaur keychain Mia had given him last Christmas. He didn't make it to the poor. The front door swung open, and a small shape came barreling out and darted down the driveway. Arms already out.

Ben! Oh my God! Wait! Mia! Mia hit Ben around the waist at full speed. She was in her pajamas and wasn't wearing shoes or socks. Just feet slapping down the cold asphalt, like the temperature was a problem for other people. You're not wearing shoes? Ben said into the top of Mia's head. Yeah.

Mia giggled. I saw your car. You're going to freeze your toes off, and then I'm going to have to explain to your mom why you only have nine toes. No, I have ten toes. Mia said with the confidence of someone correcting a glaringly obvious error. Well, yeah, for now. Mia Mallory Graham! Rachel was in the doorway, then on the driveway.

She moved with the unhurried pace of a woman who had done this exact thing a hundred times and knew her kid wouldn't get far. Rachel Graham was 41 and worked through. Three days a week now at a dermatology practice, she'd helped build before Mia was born. She had one earring in and the other dangled in her hand. Get back here, you little maniac. It's freezing. Hi, Ben. Hi. Ben peeled Mia off his hip enough to walk. I caught the runaway. Much appreciated.

Rachel herded them both back toward the open door, toward the light and the warmth spilling from it. Mia, inside, go. Your feet are going to be ice cubes. It smelled like a candle inside, a scent that would be called cinnamon pumpkin or fall harvest. The foyer featured a gaudy chandelier and a console table with a bowl of keys and a framed photo of the Graham's at the beach. Kevin Graham came down the stairs, adjusting his collar. He was some sort of senior vice president somewhere, with a good handshake, a better laugh, and more likely to leave me a 20 on the counter. For door dash or whatever.

He finished buttoning a dress shirt with the foldline still in it. There's our guy, Kevin announced. Our savior, want anything? Water, a Coke. Rachel got some of those, he trailed off, vaguely gesturing toward the kitchen. The seltzer things. I'm good, thanks. He's always okay. Rachel said, fitting in the second earring at the mirror. Four years and he's never once taken a seltzer thing. It's a standing offer, Kevin said.

Mia had attached herself to Ben's leg and was looking up at the adults talking over her head. So we're probably going to the new place over by Whole Foods. Rachel said. Coletta, I think, is what it's called. It's got a tasting menu. Kevin said. It's not a tasting menu. You keep saying that.

They just do small plates. Should be pretty good. Kevin grinned, batting his stomach. Anyway. Rachel continued. Kind of just depends on the weight. We should be back around 11, maybe 11.30 if we get a drink after the movie. I'll text you.

Plus, you've got my location in case something happens or change. or whatever. Mia's already had dinner. Dino Nuggets. Mia loudly specified. Yeah, so she's good. Feel free to make yourself some too if you want. Bed by nine or 930 if you're in the middle of something. You know the drill. Rachel scanned the room as she said it, doing the mental checklist every parent did when heading out the door. How are your classes, by the way? Ben set the tote back down and took off his shoes. I'm taking the statistics class right now that's actively trying to kill me. Statistics. Jesus Christ.

Kevin made a sour face. I had to take that. I think it's just to weed out the week. Excel does it all for you anyway. That's encouraging. Thank you. Ben joked. You're still planning to transfer, though, right? Rachel chimed in.

That's the idea, Ben said. You got this. Seriously. Rachel smiled at her daughter. Ben leaned close to Ben. And besides, fuck statistics. She smiled. They both laughed. Let's hit it. Kevin decided.

Okay, we are out of here, kids. Rachel crouched down to Mia's level, pushing her daughter's hair back gently. Bedtime is what Ben says, right? You listen to him. I always listen to him. That's a bold-faced lion, you know it, but I still love you. Rachel kissed her forehead. Good night, baby. Be good. Kevin said, ruffling Mia's hair. Love you, bug. And Ben, 20's on the counter. Get yourself something. Appreciate it. Kevin smiled and put an arm around Rachel's waist.

All right, don't get lost and don't burn the house down. The front door closed. Their car backed out of the driveway, headlights sweeping across the front windows, and then they were gone. It was just Ben and Mia now. Listen to the rest of this bonus story, including over 90 more with a seven-day free trial of Dr. No Sleep Premium. You can cancel any time. No commitment.

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