Tale of the Family Daycare

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Angela decides to take a job at the family daycare. After she starts, she realizes that this was no ordinary job. As Angela works at the daycare, she learns about her family daycare, and even meets a family member. This family member isn't just any family member, it's one that died before she was born.

Submitted: August 01, 2012

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It was a bright, sunny morning. Children were heard around the playground, carrying on in their excitement of playing outside, being it was one of the first nice days of spring. Today was a special day, because it was a staff member's first day on the job at the daycare.

Angela loved children. She always took every opportunity she could to watch her niece and nephew, and even had a babysitting service when she was in high school. She was heartbroken though, because she knew that she and her husband, Joel, could never have children of their own. If Angela would ever conceive, she would lose not only the child, but risk losing her own life as well. So, she took the job at the daycare, to put her mothering nature to good use until she and Joel were able to adopt.

As the day went on, Angela learned the ropes at the busy daycare. The children took to her quickly, and she even learned all of their names by the end of the day. As the children went home with their parents, Angela got to know the staff a little better. She already knew the manager, as it was her aunt, and that was how she got the job in the first place. The daycare was family owned for over fifty years, and at least one family member had been part of the staff and in charge since it was opened. There were two other aids besides Angela, and they conversed for a while as they were cleaning up after the children left.

"So Ang, what do you think after your first day here?" her Aunt Julie asked her.

"Oh, I really like it s far. I noticed it can get hectic at times, but I think I can handle it," She replied.

"Hectic? Today was nothing. It's only Monday. You should see these kids on a Friday when most of their parents have off for the weekend. It's like a circus in here," Melissa commented.

"I'm sure it couldn't be that bad. Kids, could be a handful, but a circus? Really?" Angie said.

"Some weeks are better than others, but with summer coming, these children are nothing but bottled up energy, ready to explode at any moment in time," Bernadine said.

"Well then, I guess I better brace myself," Angela chuckled.

The girls finished up the last bit of their work and went home. Angela was very excited to see what her new job was going to bring her in the future.

The next few weeks went by rather quickly. Before they knew it, Fourth of July was here and gone, and August was quickly approaching. Everything seemed to be going great, until Angela noticed one of the children playing by himself in the corner with Lincoln logs.

"Hey Sam, why are you over here playing by yourself?" Angela asked.

"I'm not playing by myself," he replied.

"Oh, you aren't? Then who are you playing with?" she asked.

"I'm playing with Dave."

"Who's Dave? How did you meet him?" Angela crouched down next to Sam as she asked this. She figured he was playing with an imaginary friend.

"Dave is my friend. I met him yesterday while we were playing outside. He is helping me build a cabin right now."

Angela smiled. "Well, it's almost time for lunch, so let’s start cleaning up here."

"Oh," Sam said, disappointed that he had to stop playing. "Maybe we will play later, Dave."

Angela looked in the direction Sam was talking, but didn't see anyone. She was a little puzzled, because e was talking to this Dave so seriously. She thought about it during lunch, and she figured Sam was just exercising his imagination.

The next day, Angela noticed Sam again playing by himself in the corner. Today, he was playing with Lego blocks. She went over to ask him why he was playing by himself again today. He said he was playing with Dave again. Angela said it was great that he had a friend that he was close to, but he should also play with the other children at the daycare.

During lunch, Angela had a talk with her aunt, Julie, about Sam's behavior. Julie suggested they speak with Sam's parents, to see if they may be able to straighten things out.

That afternoon, when Sam's parents came to pick him up, Angela and her Aunt had a conversation with them about his imaginary friend.

Sam's parents seemed a little shocked at first, but agreed to have a talk with him. They didn't want to suppress his imagination, but agreed that he should have some social interaction with the other children, which is why they put him in daycare in the first place.

The next few days seemed to go back to normal. Sam was back playing with the other children, and they didn't hear about Dave in those few days.

After the weekend, Angela again noticed Sam playing in the same corner as before, but this time he was playing with one of the girls, and it appeared they were sitting in a Triangle formation while playing with the legos. Although it looked like a triangle, the one corner of the triangle sat empty.

"Hey Sam. Hey Jane. Why are you two playing over here, away from everyone else?" Angela confronted them as she sat down between them.

"We are playing with Dave," Jane replied, with the most serious face Angela ever saw come from a child.

"Sam, are you sharing your imaginary friend?"

"He's not imaginary," Sam calmly answered Angela, still playing with his legos. "Dave is sitting right there," he continued, pointing to the empty sot in their triangle. "Don't you see him?"

"I'm sorry, but no, I don't," Angela replied, now becoming slightly confused. "So, tell me a little more about Dave. Is he about the same as you two?" Angel asked, picking out some blocks to put together.

"No, he's a grown up," Sam answered.

"Does he visit you at home sometimes?"

"No," he replied. "He stays here at school." The children were also at the daycare for preschool lessons, which is why they referred to it as a school.

"He is a lot of fun, too. He has had some new ideas for us at recess time," Jane piped up.

"Really, what kind of ideas?" Angela was becoming more interested by every word the children spoke.

"Well, like now that the trees are starting to lose their leaves, he told us about a game where we stomp the leaves down when they spin up like a tornado in the corner of the playground. You know, where the building corner is?" Jane said. Angela nodded.

"He also told us about a game we could play on the blacktop. We draw four blocks, inside of a big box, and we hit a ball back and forth to each other with our hands. It could be played with two, three, or four kids," Sam said excitedly.

"It sounds like this Dave guy is a lot of fun. Oh, look at the time; we need to start cleaning up for lunch."

Angela sat with the other staff members and told them about the conversation she had with Sam and Jane. She was at a loss at what to do. She didn’t want to discourage the children from using their imagination, but she was concerned because the kids were talking about Dave like he was a real person.

The rest of the staff said they should let the kids go, and if it got to the point to where it could cause harm to the children, then they would us a stop to it.

Over the next few weeks, more children started playing with Dave. Soon enough, over half of the daycare was playing with him.

"Well, how do we handle this?" Angela asked.

"I think the same way we have been," Bernadine replied.

"Don't you think that we should find out who this Dave guy really is?" Melissa wondered.

"It's Sam's imaginary friend. This friend has made friends with the other kids, and there seems to e no harm coming from Dave. The only way we really need to put a stop to this is if Dave tries to hurt one of the children," Julie chimed in. And that was the end of the conversation.

So, the children continued to play with Dave, and he soon appeared to be friends with all the children in the daycare. One day though, while everyone was lying outside, something strange happened in the daycare.

One of the girls had to go use the bathroom while everyone was lying outside. So, Angela took her inside to use the potty. While she was waiting for Maggie to finish in the bathroom, something caught her eye. She knew everything had been cleaned up before lunch, and that nothing had been touched before everyone went outside to play.

The Lincoln logs were scattered all over the caret in the toy corner. The more Angela thought about it, the more confused she became. She went over and cleaned up the logs, and put them back on the proper shelf.

"I'm done, Miss Angela," Maggie called to her.

"Ok, then let’s go back outside so you can play more," Angela answered.

"What were you doing with the logs, Miss Angela?"

"I was putting them away. They must have fallen off the shelf."

"They didn't fall off the shelf." Maggie was very serious, and didn't even crack a smile while saying this.

"What do you mean, sweetie? They had to have fallen off."

Maggie and Angela had just walked outside to go back to the playground when Maggie stopped dead in her tracks.

"I told you, Miss Angela. They didn't fall off. Dave was playing with them." Maggie almost looked like a full grown adult being accused of being crazy.

"If you say so, Maggie," Angie said. Maggie went back to playing with the other children, as if she completely forgot she was just having a conversation with her.

After the children went home for the day, the staff stayed for a little while to do some extra cleaning around the daycare. Their yearly inspection was coming up, and they wanted to make sure that everything looked good and was up to code for the inspectors when they came.

While the staff was cleaning, Angela told the others about her experience with Maggie while they had their trip to the bathroom. The other staff members thought it was weird, but none of them thought it could possibly be a ghost playing with the toys. They figured the logs had just fallen of the shelf because they weren't put back on the shelf properly. What they didn't know was that they were about to be proven wrong.

As everyone was getting ready to walk out the door, they heard a crash that came from the office area. They all froze, looking at one another in the dark. Each one of the staff members had a curious look upon their face. Angela and Julie went to see what caused the noise.

When they got to the office area, they noticed that the top of the desk was in ruin. The pen holder was knocked on the floor, pens and pencils scattered everywhere. Picture frames were askew over the desk and floor, and papers were scattered all over the desk and floor. Even the chair was pushed away from the desk, as if someone was just sitting at the desk.

"Melissa, come here, please," Julie called as she turned on the lights.

"Yes, Julie?" she asked as she entered the office. "Oh, my goodness. What happened?"

"You and Bernadine please check the perimeter of the building. Look for anything and anyone suspicious, and let me know what you find," Julie instructed her. "Angela, please help me clean this up."

After the office was cleaned, the other staff Melissa and Bernadine came back. They reported no suspicious activity, nor was there any forcible entry to the daycare. It struck everyone as odd, but they had no way to explain it. They silently locked up the daycare, and went home.

The next morning, everyone went into the daycare as quiet as they left. They didn't know what to say, as they were all still in shock from the night before. The children started to arrive, and the kids seemed to break the ice. It wasn't long before the daycare was filled with laughter and other noises from the children playing and learning.

After the children came inside from their afternoon playtime, Bernadine went into the office to get papers for the children’s' progress reports for the month to give to their parents. That wasn't the only thing she came out of the office with.

"Julie, I think you should open this," she said, handing an envelope to her. It was addressed to her and Angela, names only. The Address of the daycare didn't even appear on the envelope.

Julie looked at the envelope, almost in a daze. She flipped it over, noticing it was sealed. She opened it, and pulled out a piece of paper with writing on it. As she read it, her jaw dropped to the floor.

"What is it?" Melissa asked.

Julie handed the paper to Angela, unable to fathom words at the moment. Angela read over the letter, almost as shocked as Julie.

"What is it?" Melissa asked again.

"It is a letter," Angela sputtered. "It says, 'Julie and Angela, Sorry for the Mess I made last night. I had full intentions on cleaning up after myself, but you two beat me to it. Thank you, Dave.' It's from Dave."

"Dave who?" Bernadine was as confused as Melissa.

"It has to be that Dave the children talk about. The one that they play with. That's the only Dave I can think of," Angela said.

"Well, apparently he isn't as imaginary as we all thought he is," Julie said.

Everyone thought about it for the rest of the day. None of them could figure out who this Dave guy was. They didn't know how the children could know of a Dave from the daycare, as there haven’t been any males that worked at the daycare for many years.

The more the employees tried to ignore what was going on in the daycare, the more stuff happened, and it was getting harder and harder to explain. Toys kept being put out, paperwork kept moving, and lights were constantly on when the employees would arrive in the morning. Notes were even being left for the employees around the daycare.

Angela decided to do some research. One night, after she had a rough day with the children and being astonished that toys floated around the daycare all day long, she decided she had to look up information about residual haunts and the history of the daycare.

The next morning, Angela took her information into work with her. She was up so late trying to collect as much information as she could, she didn't have the slightest chance to even start looking through it without staying up all night.

The morning seemed relatively quiet. The children didn't mention Dave, even once, and there seemed to be no strange activities from the night before or at all that day. During lunch, Angela started looking through the information about ghosts and haunts. She was so into the information, she didn't even notice the other girls trying to get her attention.

"Oh, sorry everyone," Angela said sleepily. "I just am really fascinated by this stuff."

"You must be. You hardly touched your food." Melissa nodded towards her lunch, which only had two bites taken out of her sandwich.

"Yeah, I usually forget to eat when I am researching stuff like this. I've been like that since I was a kid."

"That's the truth," Julie chuckled. "Anyway, lunch is over, we better get back to the kids."

After work, Angela went home to continue her research. She found out about ghosts, residual haunts, and why some people can see them and others cannot. Realizing that it was three in the morning, Angela decided to head to sleep before going into work the next day.

Angela awoke the next morning and was the first one to arrive at the daycare. She realized she was really early, and went inside to do some reading on the history of the daycare. She went straight to the office, sat down at the desk, and pulled out her papers about the daycare. She placed them on the desk, in order from the oldest history on top to the most recent history on the bottom. She read about half of the first page, but stopped. Something was eerie about the atmosphere, like someone was watching her.

She didn't recall hearing anyone else come in, and she knew that no one else was there before her, as her vehicle was the only one in the parking lot. She looked up, and in the doorway of the office stood a man. Her eyes widened, her draw dropping to the floor.

The man moved to the other side of the desk. He smiled, knowing that she was finally able to see him.

"Hello, Angela. My, how you look like your mother," the man said, walking to the side of the desk.

"Please, stop there. This is really freaking me out right now," Angela said as she clenched the armrests of the chair with all her might.

"I didn't mean t startle you. I am just glad you are taking time to get to know about the family history," the man said.

"Who are you?" Angela asked, beginning to shake with fear.

"I am Dave, your great grandfather. I helped build this daycare center. It has been in the family since it was built."

"But you died before the daycare officially opened. Why are you here?" Angela was starting to relax; she realized the ghost was not going to harm her.

"I died from injuries I received when I fell from working on the roof here. I lost my footing and fell to the ground. I never moved on, because my mission of a successful daycare never came true," the ghost said, becoming sad.

"What do you mean, it never came true? This place has been open for Fifty years now. That seems pretty successful to me," Angela said. She got out of the chair, and walked over to the ghost of her great grandfather.

"I wanted a daycare where the staff takes the time to play with the children, and make them feel special."

"Well, I am sure we can work on that," Angela assured him with a smile.

Just then, the front door opened. Angela went to the front and saw the other workers of the daycare coming in the door.

"Angela, what are you doing in here alone?" Julie asked.

"I was just talking to great grandpa Dave," she replied

"Grandpa Dave? He is the one that has been playing with the kids? I thought he died years ago?"

"He did. His spirit is the one who has been playing with the children. I was just talking to him in the office. Come with me."

Everyone followed Angela into the office, but the office was now vacant, except for Angela, who had walked in, flabbergasted.

"Weird, he was just here," Angela said. "Grandpa Dave? Where are you?"

There was no answer.

"You went off the deep end," Bernadine said.

"No, I didn't. He was just here. I think the only way we can get this stuff to stop is if we start spending more time playing with the children," Angela explained.

"Grandpa always loved children. That's why he pushed so hard for this daycare," Julie said.

"Well, that's what we will do then, starting today," Melissa said.

So the staff worked more with the children, playing with them, and helping them more on a one-on-one level. The staff learned to deal with the antics, and soon, the children stopped talking about Dave. Dave's wish had been fulfilled, and he was finally able to move on, as his unfinished business was finally finished.


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