The baby siter and the house of dies drear

Like I said as soon as my parents left things began to get very wired. My babysitter started snooping around our house. So I followed her around. It was quit easy to be honest. I mean I felt as though I was following a grass hopper. She didn't even notice I was following her. Then when she reached the family room, i yelled " STOP "!!!!! As she jumped her arm flung around and knock my dad's antique book shelf unite down. It all seemed to go in slow motion . Then CRASH!!!!!!!!! I was like ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm telling, you gona be in big trouble.