The Toy Phone A week or so ago, I babysat a child who I have come to know and love through babysitting over the course of a few years. Something that terrified me happened. But to properly explain it, I will need to start from the beginning. He was the cutest little kid you would ever come to know. He always wore a little pair of overalls and had a huge smile plastered on his face whether it was sunny or rainy outside. I don't think I will ever come to know anyone else like him. About a year and a half ago, his father gave him a little toy phone and programmed it to even ring at random times. It had a little alarm that sounded like a ringer that you could set. It would go off every few hours. Each and every time it rang, he would answer and pretend that someone was on the other end. The conversations would vary from the weather to his passionate hate towards nap time. He loved that thing more than cookies.
The Music BoxHi. If you are reading this, I'm really sorry. I couldn't figure out what else to do. If my dog is still alive by the time someone finds this note, please take care of him. He is the only family I had left. I would hate to see him suffer too. Anyway, this is a warning. Go to my desk and look in the bottom drawer on the left. In it, you will find a small music box with a little heart on it. DON'T OPEN IT! If you do, then you will be subject to the mental torture of the tune. It is nice at first. But don't be fooled. It is evil. The song gets stuck in your head so fast, it is almost enough to make you go crazy. So please, I beg of you. If at all possible, keep your curiosity at bay. I made the mistake of letting my curiosity get the best of me, and look how I wound up. You know what they say- "Curiosity killed the cat." Don't just try to throw it away or anything. It won't work. It didn't work for me, and I can hazard a guess that it won't work for you. When I tried throwing it away, the