Park an Tansys
Anyone from my local area who hears those words will shudder. It is the home for the lowest of the low. You don't get housed there until you have been kicked out of several other council houses. The neighbour hood association insist you have at least three broken kitchen appliances on your lawn. They all live of Iceland junk food and the children are left to fend for themselves at night and you quite regularly see children under 5 years of age wondering about the area at night.

I used to babysit for a woman who I mentioned in an earlier post back on page 1. She was seen in Iceland and asked by a complete stranger "Who babysits for your kids?" she took her number and asked me to call this woman who told me her sitter had let her down and could I babysit. I agreed and that evening walked the mile out of town to the horrors of Park an Tansys. Do you remember in Back to the Future part II when Marty went back to the alternative 1985 and found his home to be a warzone. Well that was nothing to this place, a group of kids were sitting around a burning milk crate and gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine. I got to the house and the door was answered by a woman who looked almost exactly like Tweedledum (or was it Tweedledee?) she told me that the three girls were upstairs and her son was in the living room. For the first time I realised I should perhaps have asked just how many kids she had. She was busy shovelling oven chips on to a large plate and called the kids in they each grabbed a small plate, shovelled off a few handful's of chips then ran off. I noticed the son didn't come for any. I quickly discovered the reason for this, her soon was 3 months old. She fucked off to the bingo leaving me with a baby and three fat, evil girls. I decided the best thing to do would be to concentrate on the baby and let the girls tire themselves out running around. After all, trips the bingo shouldn't take too long.

Bad Idea

Half an hour after she left I heard a scream. I put the baby back in his carry cot and ran to the kitchen to find one of the girls had a massive knife in her hand pointed directly at her sisters throat as she lay on the floor. The sister lying on the floor had a knife pointing at her sisters stomach. I told them to put the knifes down and thankfully they did. I marched them upstairs and found that they had locks on the bedroom doors I locked them both in separate rooms and went back to the baby. As I sat on the sofa I noticed a small flash and instinctively ducked to the right as yet another knife thudded in to the wall right where my neck had been. Sister one had climbed out of her upstairs window, snuck in the house let her other sister out and together the had decided to kill me. They ran out of the front door and sister number three followed them. They ran around the house screaming and screeching. I locked the doors and left them to it.

Their mother arrived home about an hour later and never even questioned why her three daughters were running around outside, I told her what they had done and she brushed it off saying "Oh they always do things like that" I couldn't believe just how nonchalant she was being over the whole thing. I was trying to explain to the woman that her kids had tried to kill me! I told her that I wasn't willing to babysit for her ever again and not to call me. Despite this she phoned me at least three times a week to ask if I would. Every time I gave the standard "No, your kids tried to kill me" response and every time it seemed to go in one ear and out of the other. After a month or so she stopped calling though. If I had been older than 15 I think I would have dealt with it all a lot better but I had never looked after a baby before and really had no idea what to do with three demon kids with knives. I still see the family 14 years later and they always say hello and act all friendly and I even overheard her say to her now 14 year old son "He used to babysit for you when you were a baby" yeah for one night and I never went back! The kids are in their early 20's now and they haven't changed a bit. They are just as fat and evil and I still wouldn't babysit for them.

Apologies for length
( Peej, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 12:20, 6 replies)

If you google
Park an Tansys.

This is the forth thing that comes up.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Fri 29 Oct 2010, 15:06, closed)

Already!
Wow
( Peej, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 15:08, closed)

lets hope...
...they don't google it because they know who you are....
(fivetide, Tue 2 Nov 2010, 14:33, closed)

How to handle knife-wielding children:
12-gauge.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 29 Oct 2010, 20:59, closed)

Haha!
Park and Ride we call it. I live on the main road between town and Pengegon (Parc and Tansy is in Pengegon for non locals). Weekend nights are fun, I've called the 5-0 countless times in the 2 years I've been here, and sometimes, having a crafty ciggie out my front door, I am astounded by the sight of Cambornes Finest slouching up and down the road!
I really wanna get out of this shithole before my daughter starts school. (Camborne I mean, I don't live up Park and Ride)
In the wise old words of Peggy Mitchell....
Let it buuuuurn, let it buuuuuuuurn.
( user_names_suck, Sat 30 Oct 2010, 23:41, closed)

I know where you live now
I cycle past your house all the time.
( Peej, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 13:07, closed)