My Babysitter Sang A Strange Lullaby While Staring Out The Window Every Night—When I Googled The Lyrics, It Sent Chills Down My Spine

My babysitter sang a strange lullaby while staring out the window every night. At first, I dismissed it as an old, harmless melody. But my child began experiencing recurring nightmares, describing eerie visions. When I googled the lyrics, an icy chill ran through me.

Being a single mom has never been easy, especially when you’re juggling late-night shifts to make ends meet and raising a 4-year-old child. After my divorce, I desperately needed a reliable babysitter to care for my daughter, Emma, while I was away.

Grace seemed like the perfect fit. A woman in her early thirties with a kind face and a soothing demeanor, Grace quickly put my worries at ease. Emma adored her too, and within a few days, they had formed a close bond.

But from the very beginning, one thing unsettled me: every night, as she put Emma to bed, Grace would sing a peculiar lullaby I had never heard before.

One evening, while working in my home office, I heard Grace’s voice echo softly down the hall. It wasn’t a standard lullaby like Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star or Baa Baa Black Sheep. The melody was haunting, melancholic, and the lyrics didn’t seem appropriate for a child.

I paused, straining to hear more clearly:
“Don’t look outside when the night grows deep,
For watching eyes will make you weep.
If you hear a knock at the door,
Close your eyes and speak no more.”

A shiver ran down my spine. What kind of lullaby had such unsettling words? It didn’t sound like something meant to soothe a child. But Grace’s voice remained soft and steady, and Emma seemed to sleep soundly afterward, so I convinced myself not to overthink it.

About a week later, strange things started happening with Emma. She would wake up in the middle of the night, crying uncontrollably but refusing to tell me what frightened her. One night, when I asked, she whispered:

“Mommy, someone’s knocking on my window.”
Her words chilled me to the core. I turned on the lights and rushed outside to check, but there was nothing except the silent darkness. Emma’s bedroom window was closed tightly, the curtains drawn.

“It was just the wind, sweetheart,” I reassured her, though unease gripped my heart.

But when the incidents repeated several times, I became deeply worried. Who could be outside? We lived in a quiet neighborhood with friendly, trustworthy neighbors. No one seemed suspicious. I began wondering if Grace was somehow involved. Could her eerie lullaby be planting fearful ideas in Emma’s mind?

One evening, I arrived home earlier than expected. As I walked toward Emma’s room, I found Grace sitting by her bedside, singing that same haunting lullaby. What struck me was her gaze—she wasn’t looking at Emma but staring intently out the window. Her voice softened, yet the unsettling melody remained.

As I approached, I overheard Grace murmuring something to Emma. Her tone was gentle, but her words were unnerving:

“Don’t worry, my dear. They won’t find you. I’ll protect you. But remember, if you hear a knock, don’t answer.”

When I stepped into the room, Grace jolted upright, abruptly stopping her song.
“Oh, you’re home early,” she said, her face betraying a flicker of surprise.

“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone even. “What song were you singing? I’ve never heard it before.”

Grace shook her head with a faint smile. “It’s just a lullaby my mother used to sing to me. Nothing special.”

But my instincts screamed that something was wrong.

As I Prepared for Bed, I was Unable to shake my curiosity, then I decided to search for the lullaby Grace often sang to Emma. I typed the lyrics I remembered into Google.

“Don’t look outside when the night grows deep,
For watching eyes will make you weep.
If you hear a knock at the door,
Close your eyes and speak no more.”

The search results revealed that this was an old folk song from a remote village in Northern Europe, where it was believed to protect children from supernatural forces.

The story behind “the watching eyes in the dark” left me deeply unsettled. Was Grace deliberately using this song to frighten Emma? The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.

The next day, I decided to confront Grace. I showed her the Google search results and asked directly:
“Grace, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare Emma on purpose?”

“It’s just a lullaby my mother used to sing to me,” she explained, avoiding my gaze. “I didn’t think it would bother you.”
“But the lyrics are so strange. Is there any truth to them? Grace, are you doing something to Emma?”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Frighten her? No, never! I just want her to sleep well. Emma told me she’s been having nightmares lately, and I thought the song might help her feel safe.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I snapped. “Tell me the truth!”
After a moment of silence, Grace pulled out her phone and showed me an article. The story detailed a kidnapping attempt that had occurred six months earlier. A little girl was nearly lured away by a stranger who stood outside her bedroom window, holding a bag of candy and pretending to be friendly.

“This was the family I used to work for,” Grace said, her voice trembling as she fought back tears. “I was the nanny for that little girl.

Thankfully, her parents had installed a camera in her room and noticed the strange behavior. They intervened just in time to stop something terrible from happening.”

Grace paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Since then, I’ve been haunted by the experience. I don’t want any child to be in danger like that again. I found this song online and thought it might teach kids to stay away from windows or strangers, even if they seem friendly.”

Her story moved me, but what surprised me even more was her next confession.

“I was also the one creating the knocking sounds at Emma’s window,” Grace admitted, looking me straight in the eye. “I didn’t mean to scare her, but I wanted to make sure she’d be too afraid to approach the window or open it for anyone.”

Hearing this, I felt relieved to know she had no malicious intent. However, continuing to sing that eerie song was clearly not the right approach, especially since Emma was too young to understand its true purpose. I decided to ask Grace to stop using the lullaby.

“Grace, I understand why you sang the song, and I truly appreciate your concern for Emma,” I said, keeping my tone calm yet firm. “But I think we need a different approach to protect her. The song might scare her more than it helps.”

Grace nodded, her expression tinged with sadness but also understanding. “You’re right. I won’t sing it anymore.”

I realized that instead of relying on Grace or indirect methods, I needed to empower Emma to protect herself. Every evening, instead of simply tucking her in, I spent time playing with her and talking about safety in a way she could understand.

I taught her simple safety rules, like recognizing strangers and never opening doors or windows without me nearby. I made sure to explain everything gently, so she wouldn’t feel scared but still grasped the importance of staying safe.

Additionally, I installed extra security cameras around the house, particularly near windows and entry points. These measures not only gave me peace of mind but also ensured that nothing unusual could happen when I wasn’t home.

Since then, Emma hasn’t had nightmares or mentioned hearing knocks at her window. The house has regained its calm, and Grace continues to work with us, showing even greater care and caution.

Although the entire ordeal turned out to be a misunderstanding, I’m grateful for Grace’s genuine kindness and dedication. Her methods may have been unconventional, but her priority was always Emma’s safety.

Now, as I watch Emma sleep peacefully each night, I no longer feel a sense of fear when I think about that strange lullaby. Instead, I feel warmth knowing that Emma has always been protected—in ways I never anticipated.

This story draws inspiration from real-life events and individuals, but it has been adapted and fictionalized for creative expression. Names, characters, and specific details have been altered to protect individuals’ privacy and to enhance the storyline. Any similarity to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is coincidental and unintentional.