Terror Firsthand #108: The Housesitter From Hell

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home.

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: The Housesitter From Hell 

Outside in Emporia Virginia talking on the phone to Shakita Henderson 

As soon as Annabelle sat down and started getting high, I stepped outside with Big C and called the Hendersons. They didn't answer. A few minutes later, Mrs. Henderson called back.

"Hey girl. Is everything okay?" She asked.

"No. I can't sit here anymore. I have to go. I have a emergency. I'm so sorry. Annabelle said that she would take over." I said.

"Annabelle told me that she would only be able to stay for a few days. We're going to be gone for a whole month. I thought you said you could do it? We depended on you!" Said Shakita.

"I want to stay and take care of Winter but I really can't be in the same room with Annabelle. She's in here getting high on heroin." I admitted.

"Ok, I'm going to call Annabelle and I'm going to call you right back." Said Shakita.

"Ok." I replied, and hung up the phone. 

I walked back inside of the house. 

Annabelle was on the phone with Shakita.

"I'm smoking a cigarette. I don't know what she's talking about." Annabelle lied. She was doing heroin and I wanted to get the hell away.

Annabelle K on the phone with Shakita inside the Henderson house 

"No, I cannot stay the whole month. Me and my boyfriend have to go somewhere next week." Annabelle continued.

"Yeah. I'm sorry girl. I wish I could stay longer, but I can only stay until the weeks over." Annabelle said.

She was probably lying. She probably had all the time in the world to sit there and get high. The call ended, and I knew Annabelle hated me.

After the call ended, Annabelle said,

"You'll never get another housesit. Not on my watch!" She yelled. Then Annabelle K. picked up the phone to call her boyfriend.

"Yeah baby, this black hoe told Shakita and Fred that I was getting high to try to get out of the house sit!" She laughed, while walking out of the front door. 

I immediately called Shakita back.

"Hi, Shakita. I will do the house sit for you but Annabelle needs to go. She is not fit for the job. Please kick her out!" I yelled.

"I think I might can get my husband's people to come over there and get the dog for me. You don't have to stay." Said Shakita.

"It's not that, it's just that Annabelle is not telling the truth. She really is in here getting high and needs to get the hell out!" I said.

"See that's the thing. I can't kick Annabelle out because I already promised her the job too. I rather have more eyes than one if you know what I mean." Shakita said. 

She didn't know that I was telling the truth either and no I didn't know what she meant. I wanted to housesit alone, not with another female, and certainly not with a junkie. 

"Okay. Well I'm sorry it didn't work out. Winter is a great dog. If you ever need me again. Just call me, but I rather work alone." I explained.

"Well I'm sorry girl. I'm just used to having more than one person in my house." Shakita said. "Maybe some other time."

On the phone with Shakita Henderson 

I got off the phone and grabbed my belongings and cleaning supplies. That dog was no longer in good hands. The dog was with a pornstar and heroin junkie, that just got out of Rikers Island for having a man killed. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it.

"Bitch...." Annabelle K said, as soon as I walked out of the door. 

"F*ggot!" I said, while walking to my car. I drove away from Annabelle K and parked in a nearby Bealls parking lot to clear my head. 

I got set up by those fu*king people. Their house was filthy as hell, and if they were going to invite another house sitter over, I should've been warned, that way I could have told them no. I drove back to Nags head North Carolina that evening and set up a campsite the next day. 

I got back on ElegantHousesitters.com, and to my surprise, I had a bad review from the Hendersons that read,

Unprofessional. Sits around and gets high all day, and is unreliable. Don't hire this girl guys! 

I called Shakita's phone.

"Hi, why did you leave a bad review!? It was Annabelle that was unprofessional and was in there getting high on heroin! All I smoke is medical marijuana which I have a medical card for and I smoke outside! Not indoors like Annabelle!" I cried.

"Girl everybody knows it was you. Annabelle is a great sitter." Shakita lied.

On the phone with Shakita Henderson for the last time 

"Go on YouTube and type in Annabelle K's name! A whole lot of negative s*it will pop up about her! She is a heroin junkie and pornstar that just got out of prison for sleeping with her boyfriend's cousin and having him killed! I can't make this up!" I yelled.

"I already seen all that and I know that Annabelle is innocent. You're just mad because you're gay and nobody wants you! Ain't nobody bout to buy your music either and you'll never get another house sit!" Said Shakita, before hanging up the phone and blocking me.

Shakita and Annabelle were both bullies. I wouldn't be surprised if they were both having a threesome with Fred. That's probably why they were so tight. 

I started crying and screaming because I was so mad about the review. I knew those stinky gay motherf*ckers weren't going to take it down. They were trying to ruin my life. I went back on ElegantHousesitters.com and deleted my whole profile. I wasn't going to find anyone like the Westminsters. They were rare and one of a kind.

 After that, I ate a quick camping meal and then created another profile on another house-sitting website called Rascals.com. I started watching YouTube. I didn't want to see Annabelle K's stinky ass on anymore podcasts. 

I started watching The Los Angeles Super Wave with Mocha Bank on there and I saw the Westminster's son on there. I didn't even know that was their son until he said it.

Mocha Bank 

"Today we have on the show Dennis Westminster, but people call him Mi$ter Min$ter. He's a graffiti artist from Bridgeport Connecticut. How are you Mi$ter Min$ter?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"I'm great. This is my first time in L.A." Mi$ter Min$ter replied.

"So how did you get into graffiti and how many pieces have you done?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"I started doing graffiti when I was around 21 and I've tagged over 500 pieces throughout the northern East Coast." Mi$ter Min$ter replied.

"You've been to prison for 5 years for that also right?" Asked Mocha Bank.

"Yes I've been to prison and it was horrible." Mi$ter Min$ter replied. "I had a website, and I still do. It's called MisterMinster.com, where I would post all of my work. People started telling on me, but I never stopped tagging my art." 

Mi$ter Min$ter

"So how do you deal with the backlash? I know alot of people have complimented you on your work. You've done some pretty cool artwork." Asked Mocha Bank.

"Well, I just keep my head up and do what I do." Mi$ter Min$ter replied.