Episodes
The Cradle on Willow Creek Road
A babysitter's quiet night on Willow Creek Road turns unsettling when she discovers an old hand-carved cradle in a spare room, with a warning note tucked beneath the mattress. She rocks it once—and the cradle begins to move on its own, accompanied by a baby's cry from inside the empty wood. What she finds in the morning, and what the children's drawings reveal, will leave you questioning what's real and what waits in the dark. This episode of The Babysitter's Notes is a standalone horror story…
The Babysitter Who Found the Key on Old Harbor Road
Luna brings us to Port Blaine, Maine, an autumn evening in 2015. She's babysitting for the quiet Callahan family—just a boy named Leo who draws the same door over and over. In the attic, beneath a pile of baby clothes, she finds a rusted iron key. It doesn't fit any lock in the house. But when she turns it in a seam on the hallway wall, a door appears that wasn't there before. Behind it, a staircase leads down into a basement that shouldn't exist. And from the dark below, something scratches at…
The Babysitter Who Found the Door on Hemlock Lane
Luna opens a child's notebook to a drawing of a door in a bedroom wall — no handle on the inside, an invitation she can't explain. She tells the story of Jess, a high school friend who took a last-minute job on Hemlock Lane in the dead of winter. The parents left at nine. The boy was already asleep. But his crayon drawings showed things he couldn't have seen. That night, Jess found a seam in the wallpaper that wasn't there before. She touched it. It opened. Inside was the same house — but…
The Machine on Bittersweet Road
A quiet babysitting job on Bittersweet Road, Ohio, one October night. The boy, Leo, warns about the basement machine—a metal box that hums, installed by a previous owner. Luna learns the hum keeps bad dreams away, but curiosity draws her back. Each turn of the dial changes the pitch, and something in the house shifts. An ad-free horror story of mechanical dread, the thin line between comfort and captivity, and a hum that follows you home. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheBabysittersNotes…
The Babysitter Who Found the Mirror on Orchard Street
In the autumn of 2016, I sat in the Millers' Victorian on Orchard Street, Millbrook, while their six-year-old Emily drew at the kitchen table. Her crayon sketch showed the hallway mirror—but the reflection was wrong. A dark figure stood behind me in the drawing, though I was alone. What I saw in that glass over the next hour still makes me avoid antique mirrors. No jump scares, just a slow decline into something that does not belong. Luna reads from the child's notebook by candlelight, piecing…
The Babysitter Who Found the Note on Sweetwater Road
A November night in Sweetwater, Texas. Luna is watching the Miller twins—Eliza and Jonah—for the first time. The parents leave her a laminated note on the counter: emergency numbers, bedtime rules, the Wi-Fi password. But underneath it, written on a torn piece of graph paper in blocky red crayon, there's another note. 'The twins are not the only ones in the house,' it says. The handwriting is not the mother's. It's not the children's either—they're four. Luna calls the parents. They say there…
The Babysitter Who Found the Jacket on Firefly Lane
October 2005. A quiet Friday night babysitting gig on Firefly Lane in Birchwood, Ohio. Two kids asleep by nine. A jacket left on the back of a kitchen chair—a woman's denim jacket, stiff with dried mud, smelling of damp earth and something metallic. Luna tries to remember if it was there when she arrived. She doesn't recognize it. She doesn't want to touch it. But the girl, Emily, age six, comes downstairs and says, 'That's my mommy's jacket. She's cold. She wants it back.' Luna learns that…
The Babysitter Who Found the Phone on Redbud Lane
Fall 2003. A babysitting gig in a nearly new subdivision on the edge of Ellsworth, Maine. Two kids asleep by nine. A landline phone in the kitchen that rings at 11:47 PM—and keeps ringing, even after she unplugs it from the wall. The voice on the other end knows her name. Knows what color socks she's wearing. Knows the kids aren't sleeping. The babysitter, Megan, told me this story last spring. She doesn't babysit anymore. The phone is still in that house, apparently—the new owners never…
The Babysitter Who Found the Tape on Old Quarry Road
Luna takes a job in the dead of winter on Old Quarry Road, a gravel lane outside the town of Mason Creek. The house is a narrow two-story with a wood stove, and the parents leave her a single instruction: don't go in the basement. The children are already asleep when she arrives. She finds a tape recorder in the kitchen drawer, and the tape inside is labeled 'for the babysitter.' What she hears is a woman's voice counting down from ten, and the sound of something coming up a staircase. By the…
The Babysitter Who Found the Journal on Kestrel Road
November 1987. A babysitter on Kestrel Road in the small town of Millbrook finds a child's journal hidden under a loose floorboard in the spare bedroom. The entries start cheerful, turn strange, and end with a single repeated sentence. The sitter reads until the last page, then sees something in the yard that makes her close the book and set it back where she found it. A slow-burn story about curiosity, silence, and the things we choose not to know. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration…
The Babysitter Who Saw the Light on Juniper Hill
October of 2017. A babysitting job on Juniper Hill Road in the small town of Nowata, Oklahoma. The mother was nervous—she mentioned the light in the barn twice before she left. Luna didn't think much of it until the boy, Eli, age seven, told her about 'the man who glows.' He said the man came out of the barn after dark and stood at the edge of the yard. Luna checked the windows. She saw nothing. But then the boy asked her a question that made her blood run cold. 'Why does the light have a…
The Babysitter Who Found the Birdcage on Mulholland Drive
Luna recounts a night in October 2022 when she watched the Coulter house off Mulholland Drive in the Santa Monica Mountains. The parents left detailed instructions about their daughter Emily — but not about the birdcage in the study, covered in a dark cloth. By midnight, Luna learns why no one talks about what's inside. A quiet, atmospheric story about what we agree not to see. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BabysitterSeries #MulhollandDrive #Birdcage #SantaMonicaMountains #OctoberNight…
The Babysitter Who Found the Doll on Cannery Row
October 1987. Luna takes a last-minute job at a house on Cannery Row in Port Orford, Oregon, a narrow street that smells of salt and dead fish even three blocks from the water. The parents are gone before she can ask about the locked basement door or the doll collection arranged on the living room mantel—porcelain faces, glass eyes, all turned to face the same corner. The girl she's watching, seven-year-old Emily, hasn't spoken since her mother left. But she writes. On the back of a coloring…
The Babysitter Who Found the Well on Old Miner Road
October 1997. Luna is babysitting for the first time at the Harlan house on Old Miner Road, a gravel lane that dead-ends at the tree line. The parents leave at 8:47 PM. The girl, Emma, is six and draws well in crayon. Luna reads her a story, tucks her in by 9:15. At 10 PM, she hears a thump from the back yard. She looks out the kitchen window and sees the lid of the old well is lying on the grass. She did not hear the scrape of iron on stone. She goes outside, flashlight in hand. The well is…
The Babysitter Who Found the Piano on Beaver Creek Road
It was the summer of 2009, on the outskirts of a town called Stillwater, Minnesota. I took a job watching a little girl named Emily at a house set way back on Beaver Creek Road — a narrow gravel lane that ended in a loop of trees and a single pale yellow farmhouse. The parents were going to a wedding in the Cities; they said they'd be back by one. Around ten, after Emily was asleep, I heard music from the basement. Not a stereo. A piano, playing itself — scales, slow and patient, as if a child…
The Babysitter Who Found the Photograph on Ridgewood Road
October 2022. A quiet Tuesday night in Larkspur, Indiana, on a long gravel driveway off Ridgewood Road. The house was a split-level with a rusted mailbox shaped like a basset hound, and the kids—twins, Emmy and Owen—were asleep by nine. Easy job. The parents left a list: bedtime at eight thirty, no sweets after seven, emergency contact for the next-door neighbor, Mrs. Delgado. And one more instruction, underlined twice in blue ink: don't open the white door at the end of the upstairs hallway. I…
The Babysitter Who Found the Staircase on Marigold Lane
October 1999, the first cold night of autumn. Luna is sitting for the Barlow family on Marigold Lane, a quiet cul-de-sac in a small Indiana town. The parents are at a charity gala until midnight. The two children are asleep by eight. An hour later, the basement door is open. Luna knows she closed it. The stairs going down look different than she remembers — deeper, older, with wallpaper peeling in a pattern she has never seen. And there is a sound coming from the bottom. Not a child. Not a…
The Babysitter Who Watched the Garden on River Road
Late July 1997. A babysitter in the small town of Whitmore, Indiana is hired by the Whitfield family — a job that seems easy enough: two kids, a new house on River Road, and strict instructions to never open the back door after dark. The mother's last words before leaving: 'The garden doesn't like to be watched.' What starts as a quiet night of TV and homework unravels when the youngest child asks a question about the woman in the flower beds. Luna follows the thread through a backyard that…
The Babysitter Who Found the Postcard on Gulf Shores
Babysitting is supposed to be quiet evenings and sleeping children. But when Luna takes a job at the old beach house on Gulf Shores, she finds a postcard tucked behind the living room clock—a postcard that shouldn't exist, dated twenty years before the house was built. The message is short. The handwriting is familiar. And when she looks up, the child she's watching is standing at the top of the stairs, holding a crayon drawing of a boat that matches the one on the postcard exactly. Set in the…
The Babysitter Who Watched the Pond on Turkey Creek Road
July on Turkey Creek Road, just outside of Haddonfield, Indiana. Ninety-two degrees at ten p.m., the air thick with cicadas and the smell of still water. Luna was sitting for the Corbett family — two kids, both asleep by nine — when she noticed the light at the pond house. A small boathouse at the edge of the Corbetts' pond, half-sunk into the cattails, with a single window lit. She watched it for an hour before she walked down. What she found inside wasn't a person, wasn't a animal, wasn't…
The Babysitter Who Found the Key on Dune Road
Summer of 2003. The Geller house on Dune Road in Port Judith, Rhode Island — a rental cottage that felt wrong from the moment Luna stepped inside. A single key on a ring by the back door. The parents leave for a wedding. The children go to bed. And Luna starts to wonder which door the key belongs to — because there's a door she didn't notice before. A door she's certain wasn't in the hallway an hour ago. A door with no handle on her side. A quiet, slow-burn episode about the things we find in…
The Babysitter Who Found the Cradle on Sand Creek Road
It's late summer in rural Missouri, just past midnight on Sand Creek Road. The house is a rental — a tired two-story with a porch swing and a chime that won't stop. The parents left strict instructions: don't open the upstairs door. But the baby monitor in the nursery is picking up static and a voice that sounds like a child singing a lullaby in a language no one taught her. The babysitter is alone with two sleeping kids and a clock that ticks backward. By the time she figures out who's in the…
The Babysitter Who Opened the Closet on Mulberry Street
A cold November night in 2018. Luna is babysitting at a house on Mulberry Street in a small town called Harlow. The parents are gone until midnight. The child, a quiet eight-year-old named Ellie, is already asleep. Luna is alone with a book and a glass of water when she notices that the closet door in the living room is slightly ajar. She remembers the note the mother left: 'Ellie might tell you about the closet. Just ignore it. She has an overactive imagination.' But what Luna finds when she…
The Babysitter Who Found the Dollhouse on Pemberton Street
Luna recalls a night in November 2021, babysitting for the Harpers on Pemberton Street in Ridgewood, New Jersey. The house was large, old, and recently bought at auction. The parents left at 8 PM, the kids were asleep by 9. And then she found the dollhouse in the attic — a perfect replica of the very house she was sitting in, down to the crayon mark on the kitchen wall. But the family in the dollhouse was not the Harpers. They were strangers, posed in different rooms. And the tiny woman on the…
The Babysitter Who Watched the Hallway on Tenderloin Street
October 1998. A babysitting job on Tenderloin Street, just outside Lowell, Massachusetts. The house was old, with a long dark hallway that ran straight from the kitchen to the back door. The parents left at 8:15. The kid went to bed at 9. By midnight, Luna had counted six shadows that didn't belong to anything. This is the story of what she saw—and what she didn't see—in the gap between the kitchen light and the bedroom door. No ghosts. No monsters. Just the wrong kind of quiet. And a note left…
The Babysitter Who Found the Matchbox at the Wayland House on Hemlock Road
It was October 2008, a Tuesday night in Chester Falls, New Hampshire. Luna was babysitting for the Waylands, a family new to town, living in a restored Victorian at the end of Hemlock Road. The parents left at 7:30, the two kids were asleep by 8:15, and by 9:00 Luna found a small cardboard matchbox on the kitchen counter that she hadn't seen before. Inside were seven burnt matches, each one bent at the exact same angle. The kids were too young to reach the stove. The parents didn't smoke. Luna…
The Babysitter Who Found the Photograph on Harvest Lane
October 1989. Luna takes a job on Harvest Lane, a dead-end gravel road in the tiny town of Pender, Nebraska. The parents are going to a funeral. The kids are already asleep. There's a photograph on the mantel of a little girl in a yellow dress, and the father tells her not to go into the basement. But the photograph keeps appearing in different rooms. And the little girl in the yellow dress is not the one upstairs in bed. By the time the parents come home, Luna understands that some houses…
The Babysitter Who Found the Ticket Stub on Red Line Drive
July 1997. Red Line Drive, outside the old Starlite Drive-In. A babysitter finds a ticket stub from 1962 tucked into the sofa cushions — and then the phone rings. It's the man who lost it. He wants to know if she saw the ending. He's very insistent. But the drive-in closed in 1963. And the man on the phone sounds like he's standing just outside the door. A story about old movies, unfinished stories, and why you never answer a phone that rings twice after midnight. #BabysitterStories…
The Babysitter Who Counted the Crows on Briar Lane
October 1987. Luna's cousin took a job watching the Whitmore house on Briar Lane, a dead-end road edged by an abandoned apple orchard. The parents left a notebook with rules—five of them, all simple. The last one said: 'If you see a crow on the back fence, do not look at it for more than three seconds.' Luna's cousin thought it was a joke. She counted the crows on Briar Lane—first one, then two, then seventeen. The notebook is on the table now, the crayon drawing underneath it. A child drew a…
The Babysitter Who Took the Wrong Turn on Old Brickyard Road
It was October 1998, and I was driving home from a house in Arkham Falls… a town whose name I still can't say without feeling the cold. The shortcut on Old Brickyard Road was supposed to save me twenty minutes, but the road didn't end where the map said it would. Instead it kept going, past an old mill with a light in the window, past a fence made of bedsprings, past a house where someone was calling for a child I'd never met. I stopped the car because I thought I recognized the voice. I…
The Babysitter Who Waited for the Lights on Fox Run Lane
It was the last house on Fox Run Lane, a gravel road that dead-ended into the woods. The parents said they'd be back by midnight — they left at eight. The kids were already asleep, or so I thought. The boy's bedroom door was slightly open, and I could see him sitting up in bed, staring at the wall. He wasn't blinking. He said, 'The lights are late tonight.' I asked what lights. He pointed at the window — a gap in the trees where a neighbor's house should have been, but there was nothing there.…
The Babysitter Who Filled the Kettle at the Parsons House on Sycamore Drive
It was a Tuesday in late October, 2017, and the address was 1342 Sycamore Drive — a narrow two-story in a town called Pennington that nobody leaves. The parents were polite, the kid was quiet, and the instructions were taped to the fridge in capital letters: DO NOT USE THE HOT WATER TAP. Luna didn't think twice about it until the kettle started filling itself. The story of a babysitter who learned that some houses don't just give you rules — they test you on them. A slow, quiet episode about…
The Babysitter Who Watched the Window on Cypress Avenue
November 1997. A quiet street in Millbrook, Ohio. The Wellesley house on Cypress Avenue. I was fifteen, babysitting for the first time in months, and the little girl, Ellie, wouldn't stop talking about the woman in the window across the street. Not the neighbor — a woman she said had been watching her for weeks. I looked, and there was no one. But Ellie was insistent. So I watched too. Night after night, from the living room window, until I saw something I still can't explain. Not a face. Not a…
The Babysitter Who Watched the Road on Jericho Highway
Luna reads a story about a night she spent babysitting on Jericho Highway, a long stretch of road outside of Carbondale, Illinois. The family's instructions were simple: the boy, Ezra, goes to bed at eight, and if he wakes up and asks for his mother, tell him she's coming. But Ezra doesn't wake up — he's already standing at the window when she arrives, watching the road. He says the same thing every night: 'She's late tonight.' And then he draws the same picture over and over — a stick figure…
The Babysitter Who Answered the Phone on Whippoorwill Lane
A babysitter's quiet night in a suburban house on Whippoorwill Lane is broken by a ringing phone. The caller knows her name, knows the children's names, and knows things he couldn't possibly know. What starts as a prank spirals into something far worse when she realizes the calls are coming from inside the house—but the phone line has been disconnected for years. A slow-burn psychological horror story about the voice on the other end, and the door that was never meant to be answered. Set in the…
The Babysitter Who Found the Trap Door on Miller Lane
A babysitting job in the summer of 2017 on a quiet cul-de-sac in Havenwood, Ohio. The house at 14 Miller Lane was ordinary — beige siding, a swing set in the backyard, a cat that never came when called. The parents left a list of rules, the usual stuff. But there was one rule that didn't make sense: 'Don't open the trap door in the laundry room closet. Ever.' The kids thought it was a joke. I thought it was weird. But at midnight, from the floor vents, I heard someone knocking. Not from…
The Babysitter Who Heard the Tap at the Patterson House on Ashland Road
It was the autumn of 2019, a cold October night in the small town of Bellbrook, Ohio. Luna was nineteen, babysitting for the Patterson family at 1423 Ashland Road — a two-story colonial with a wraparound porch and a detached garage that leaned to one side. The parents were at a charity gala, wouldn't be home until two. The kids, Mia and Leo, were asleep by nine. And then, just past midnight, Luna heard it. A tap at the back door. Not a knock — a tap, like a fingernail on glass. She thought it…
The Babysitter Who Saw the Porch Light on Gable Road
October 1987. A babysitting job on a dead-end road in a town called Stillwater. The parents leave at 8:15. The kids are already in bed. The porch light is off — which is strange, because the mother specifically said she'd leave it on. Luna sits on the couch, watching the window, waiting for a light that never comes. By midnight she understands: the house has its own rules, and the man who stands at the edge of the yard is not the one she was told to expect. A slow-burn episode about waiting…
The Babysitter Who Found the Drawing on Glass Street
A babysitting job in a quiet cul-de-sac on Glass Street in the fall of 1997. The parents leave early, the instructions are taped to the fridge, and the girl is already asleep. Luna finds a crayon drawing on the kitchen table — a stick figure with no mouth, standing beside a door that goes nowhere. She hears a scratch at the basement door. The drawing changes overnight. This episode is about the things we don't say, the things children see, and the silence that fills a house when you're the only…
The Babysitter Who Saw the Man in the Field
It was the summer of 2003, on a back road outside a town called Millbrook, where the corn grows high and the farmhouses sit a mile apart. A babysitter named Margot took a job watching two kids on a farm, expecting nothing worse than a boring night. But the field behind the house had a figure standing in it every night at exactly the same time—a man who never moved, never blinked, and never came closer. Until the seventh night, when he did. This is a story about distance, and the horrible thing…
The Babysitter Who Watched the Well on Angler's Road
It's the summer of 2003 in the small town of Millbrook, and a teenage babysitter takes a last-minute job at an old farmhouse on Angler's Road. The parents leave a single instruction: don't let the children near the well in the backyard. But the well has been speaking to the younger boy for weeks, and tonight it has a message for the sitter too. A slow-burn story about inherited grief, rural isolation, and the things that wait at the bottom of dark water. No one gets rescued. No one explains.…
The Babysitter at the Fairchild House on Benning Road
March 2009. A babysitter’s first evening at the Fairchild house on Benning Road. The job is simple: put a seven-year-old to bed, watch TV, lock up. But the boy won't stop drawing the same picture — a figure in a red dress standing at the top of the stairs. The parents laugh it off when they leave. The sitter finds a locked door on the second floor, a faint humming from behind it, and a tiny slip of paper pushed under her bedroom door at 3:47 AM: 'Don't let her out.' What she finds in the…
The Babysitter Who Opened the Curtains on Marigold Lane
Luna recounts a night in the fall of 2007, babysitting for the Calloway family on Marigold Lane in the small town of Stillwater, Ohio. The parents left at eight, the kids were asleep by nine, and Luna settled in with a library book and a bowl of popcorn. But around ten, the lights in the living room began to dim on their own—not flickering, but slowly, as if someone was turning a rheostat. And through the front window, across the street, she saw the silhouette of a woman standing at the window…
The Babysitter Who Watched the Kettle Boil on Silver Street
It was late October, just after ten, in the town of Millbrook, Vermont — a narrow two-story house on Silver Street, with a dead oak in the front yard and a porch light that buzzed. The parents left at nine thirty. The boy was asleep by nine forty-five. And then the kettle started boiling in the kitchen — a low, steady rumble that built until it screamed. But Luna hadn't touched it. She hadn't even turned on the stove. The kettle kept boiling for seventeen minutes, long after she unplugged it.…
The Babysitter Who Found the Door in the Foundation
It was the summer of 2003, and I was sitting for the Millers on Old County Road in Harlow, Vermont — a town so small it didn't have a stoplight. The house was a colonial with a fieldstone foundation, set back from the road behind a wall of pines. The parents left at nine, and by nine-fifteen I'd put Emily to bed. That's when I heard it — a low sound, like something scraping against stone, coming from the crawlspace under the living room. I thought it was an animal. I got a flashlight and opened…
The Babysitter Who Found the Note Under the Bed on Shadow Lane
It's a cold November night in 1997, and Luna is sitting for the first time at the old Harlow house on Shadow Lane, a narrow gravel road that dead-ends at the woods outside the town of Millbrook. The parents leave late, the kids are already asleep, and the house is quiet — too quiet. Then she finds a note, written in crayon on a torn piece of notebook paper, wedged under the guest bed she's supposed to sleep in. The note says: 'Don't let her hear you.' Luna laughs it off, but the house starts…
The Babysitter Who Kept the Promise on Pine Hill Road
October 2003. A babysitting job on Pine Hill Road in Millbrook, New York — a quiet street where the houses sit far apart and the woods press close. The parents left at nine. The girl was already asleep. But someone was watching from the treeline, and the old promise written in crayon on the bedroom wall was not a game. This episode tells one night's encounter with a childhood vow and a visitor who held it to account. Luna reads from a tattered notebook found in an abandoned house, the pages…
The Babysitter Who Opened the Wrong Door on Birch Street
It was the fall of 2007, a cool Tuesday night in the small Ohio town of Millbrook. I was sitting for the Lattimer twins on Birch Street — a routine job, parents gone by seven, kids asleep by nine. But around midnight, I heard a knock from the basement door. Not the front door, not the back — the closed door at the end of the hall, leading down to a cellar I hadn't thought to check. What I found when I opened it wasn't a staircase. It was a hallway that shouldn't have existed, lined with doors…
The Babysitter Who Heard the Breathing in the Walls on Maple Terrace
November on Maple Terrace, 2003. A babysitting job that seemed ordinary. The parents left at eight. The children were already asleep. The house was quiet — too quiet. At first, the sound was easy to ignore: a low, rhythmic breathing coming from somewhere inside the walls. Not a draft. Not old pipes. A presence, steady and patient, tucked into the space between the plaster and the studs. Luna traces the shape of that night in her notebook: how the sound followed her from room to room, how it…
The Babysitter Who Found the Photograph at the Albright House
It's the summer of 2002 in the small town of Pender, Vermont, and Luna takes a last-minute sitting job at the Albright house on Larkspur Lane. The parents are curt, the kids are already asleep, and the house is oppressively quiet. She finds a shoebox of old photographs in the hall closet—ordinary family pictures, except for one. In every shot, a blurred shape stands just behind the family, never quite in focus, but unmistakably present. She tries to ignore it, but the shape starts appearing in…
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