6 Out of 7 Babysitters Quit after First Day with Our Toddler — We Gasped When the 7th Revealed Why

Six babysitters quit after just one day with our toddler, and we were at our wits' end. What the seventh sitter discovered hidden in our living room vent left us questioning everything we thought we knew about our family and our home.

I gasped when I saw Evelyn's face. She looked like she'd seen a ghost. It was 9:30 p.m., and I'd just gotten home from work. Gabe was in the kitchen, warming up leftovers.

"Mrs. Nora, can I talk to you and your husband?" Evelyn's voice quivered.

I nodded, trying to hide my panic. "Gabe, can you come here?"

Gabe appeared, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "What's up?"

Evelyn twisted her hands together. "I found something while I was cleaning up after putting Penny to bed."

My stomach dropped. "What is it?"

"There's a camera. In the living room vent."

I blinked, sure I'd misheard. "A what?"

"A camera," Evelyn repeated. "And it's not the only one. I found three more."

Gabe's face went pale. "Where?"

"Kitchen, hallway, and" Evelyn swallowed hard. "One pointing at Penny's crib."

I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. "That's impossible. We never installed any cameras."

Gabe nodded vigorously. "There must be some mistake."

Evelyn shook her head. "I'm sure. I double-checked."

I sank onto the couch. Who would do this? Why?

Evelyn spoke softly. "Look, I get it if you're worried about your kid. It's your home. If you want to keep an eye on the sitter, that's your business."

"No!" I practically shouted. "We'd never do that without telling you."

Gabe put his hand on my shoulder. "We had no idea about any cameras, Evelyn. I swear."

Relief flashed on Evelyn's face. "Oh, thank God. I thought, well, never mind."

Gabe's jaw clenched. "I'm calling the police."

As he dialed, I thought back to how we'd ended up here. It had all started two months ago when we decided to hire a regular babysitter for Penny.

We thought it would be easy. We live in a nice neighborhood, and there are plenty of responsible teenagers around. But it turned into a total nightmare.

Our first sitter was Tessa, a high school senior with glowing recommendations. She seemed perfect during the interview, talking about her experience with kids and her plans to study child psychology in college.

But after just one day with Penny, Tessa quit. She said she was too busy with school, but something about her explanation felt off.

Next was Mrs. Rodriguez, a retired teacher in her 60s. She lasted three days before bailing, claiming she was "needed at home." When I pressed for details, she got flustered and hung up.

The third was Zoe, a bubbly college student majoring in early childhood education. She seemed so excited about the job, but she gave us the same vague excuse after her first day.

By this point, I was starting to wonder if our toddler was some kind of terror when we weren't around. But daycare and playdate feedback was always positive. The sitters all swore Penny was an angel, but they had "other things come up." It didn't add up.

We went through three more sitters in quick succession. Each one quit after a single day. One even left halfway through her shift, saying she felt "uncomfortable" but refusing to explain why.

I was tearing my hair out by the time we found Evelyn. She seemed different from the start confident, calm, and genuinely interested in Penny. When she made it through the first day without quitting, I almost cried with relief.

And now this. Hidden cameras. In our home. Where our daughter slept.

The police arrived quickly. They dusted for prints and examined the cameras.

"These are old models," one officer said. "Probably installed years ago."

I frowned. "But we've only lived here for two years."

The officer raised an eyebrow. "Who owned the house before you?"

"It was a wedding gift," Gabe explained. "From my father."

A chill ran down my spine. Surely Victor wouldn't... would he?

The investigation dragged on for days. We were jumpy, paranoid. I kept imagining eyes watching us from every corner. Gabe spent hours combing the house for more cameras but found nothing.

Finally, we got the call.

"Ma'am?" the detective's voice crackled over the phone. "We've traced the camera purchases. They were bought by a Victor H—"

My blood ran cold. Victor. Gabe's father.

I hung up and turned to Gabe, who was watching me with wide eyes. "We need to talk to your dad. Now."

The drive to Victor's house was tense. Gabe gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

"He wouldn't," Gabe muttered. "There has to be an explanation."

I didn't respond. I couldn't think of any explanation that would make this okay.

Victor answered the door with a smile that quickly faded when he saw our faces. "Gabe! Nora! What's wrong?"

Gabe cut straight to the chase. "Dad, did you install cameras in our house?"

Victor's smile vanished completely. He paled, looking suddenly old and tired. "Come inside," he said quietly. "We should talk."

We followed him into the living room, the same room where we'd opened wedding gifts and where we'd announced my pregnancy with Penny. Now it felt tainted.

Victor sank into his favorite armchair. "I did install the cameras," he admitted. "Before you moved in."

Gabe exploded. "Why the hell would you do that?"

Victor held up his hands. "I just wanted to make sure you were taking care of the house. It was a big gift, you know."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "So you've been spying on us? For two years?"

Victor shook his head. "No, no. I stopped watching after a few months. I just forgot to take them out."

"Forgot?" Gabe's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You forgot about cameras in your son's house?"

I felt sick. "There was one pointed at Penny's crib, Victor. Our daughter."

Victor had the decency to look ashamed. "I never meant any harm. I was just being protective."

Gabe stood up abruptly. "Protective? This is insane, Dad. It's a complete violation of our privacy."

I nodded, fighting back tears. "We trusted you, Victor. How could you do this?"

Victor slumped in his chair. "I'm sorry. I didn't think, I didn't realize how it would look."

Gabe grabbed my hand. "We're leaving. Don't call us. We'll let you know when, or if, we're ready to talk."

The drive home was silent. As soon as we walked in, Gabe started ripping out every camera he could find. I watched him, feeling numb.

When he was done, Gabe collapsed on the couch next to me. "What now?" he asked, his voice hollow.

I shook my head. "I don't know. I just don't know."

We sat there in silence, staring at the pile of dismantled cameras on our coffee table. Our home, our safe haven, felt violated. And the person we'd trusted most had been the one to do it.

As the shock began to wear off, anger set in. How dare Victor do this to us? To Penny? And what were we supposed to do now?

I thought about all those babysitters who'd quit. Had they found the cameras too? Were they too scared or uncomfortable to tell us? The thought made me feel even more violated.

"We should call Evelyn," I said suddenly. "Let her know what happened. And maybe offer her a raise for being the only one brave enough to tell us."

Gabe nodded, a ghost of a smile on his face. "Yeah, we should. She's a good kid."

I pulled out my phone and dialed Evelyn's number. As it rang, I looked at Gabe, saw the hurt and betrayal in his eyes that must have mirrored my own. We had a long road ahead of us, figuring out how to move forward from this. But at least we had each other.

For now, that would have to be enough.

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