Two years ago, Jenny Jeffers was stalked, harassed, and attacked over the course of a simple babysitting job. Her stalker met a gruesome end, and that should have been that.
"Hi, Babes. It's me."
One year ago, out of school for the summer, and enjoying the company of a new boyfriend, Jenny took another babysitting job. A different family. A different house. Until the phone rang, and she heard that awful, raspy voice a second time.
"I'm alive."
Today, Jenny's trying to find a normal job like a normal teenage girl, one with regular hours that doesn't involve keeping an eye on children in someone else's home. She'll work when she can, spend time with Cal when she can't, and live one day at a time like the rest of the kids her age.
One thing's for sure: Jenny's done with babysitting for good.
"I'm back."
For once in her life, she gets some good news: Jenny's aunt invites her to spend time with her cousin Debra. Her mom's convinced a change of scenery and the chance to meet new people will take Jenny's mind off the horrible events of the past two years. Out in the countryside, away from home, she'll make new friends, and enjoy a carefree summer with extended family. Cal will be disappointed, of course, but Jenny's sure he'll understand.
There was just one little thing Debra neglected to mention. She accepted a little summer job. Nothing major, and only three nights a week. Mrs. Wagner's attending night classes, you see, and she needs someone to keep an eye on her little Patrick while she's out studying. Jenny tells herself there won't be a problem because Debra's the babysitter, and it's a completely new town.
Then the phone rings, and Jenny's nightmares begin again.
"Company's coming, Babes."
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I have to hand it to Stine: the third book in this series doesn't disappoint. In fact, I'd go so far as to say it's the best of the three I've read so far. While I sussed out the responsible parties in the first two books well before their respective reveals, The Babysitter III left me utterly clueless right up to the end, with a twist I never saw coming. After the story's conclusion, I mulled it over in my head and I had a few questions, so I went back to double-check.
There's no mischief. Stine plays fairly, and though the ending isn't as telegraphed as it is in the first two books, someone paying attention to everything could potentially reason out who's behind all the phone calls this time. I pride myself on a reasonable ability to pick out clues in mysteries such as these, but when I'm fooled I'm happy to admit it. You got me, Mr. Stine. I didn't see that one coming.
The Babysitter III reads differently from the first two. While the previous books get into the action almost immediately, in this one it's 84 pages before the phone rings for the first time. For a teen thriller with a page count under two hundred, that's a lot of build-up, yet it doesn't feel wasted here, and it's important because Stine's essentially introducing a new protagonist in Debra. Stine splits much of the book, in fact, following the two girls in their different routines: Jenny with her summer job at the horse stables and Debra with her babysitting job. The two girls' lives intersect after-hours when they're home together, or out on a group movie date, but since we spend so much time in Debra's head, we need to know more about her.
Fortunately Debra's a fun girl to hang out with. She's a lot more outgoing than Jenny, confident in her looks, casual in her attitude, and equally casual with the way she goes through boyfriends. This is a nice contrast to Jenny's more introspective introversion, but Debra's far from immune to fear, whether it's at the mysterious calls or the alcoholic former sitter who still has a key to Mrs. Wagner's place and likes to turn up unannounced to "take what's rightfully mine".
The list of potential suspects this time is a mile long: Jenny tells Debra the details of the previous two books, Debra later tells her boyfriend Mark about it, Mark tells the story to a couple of his friends over lunch, and before long it seems like there's nobody in town unfamiliar with poor Jenny's plight. Then, of course, everyone in Jenny's home town knows what happened, and a few of them, like her long-distance boyfriend Cal, know where and with whom she's staying.
When I started reading this series, I wasn't expecting much. Stine is well known as a "churner", a writer with an output so prolific that he essentially owned whatever genre he wrote for due to sheer volume. Because of this, his stories tend towards the simplistic and, occasionally, the dumb. I went into The Babysitter with low expectations, and it basically delivered just that. The Babysitter II upped the ante, with a story that was still enjoyable even though I was able to deduce the identify of the stalker very quickly. By the third book this formula should have been as dead dull as some of the later Friday the 13th sequels, and yet it took the series in an entirely new direction. I was assuming that if I made it to part 3, I'd be laughing and rolling my eyes, and to a certain extent I was--teen angst is cringe-worthy, and these books splash enough of it around to wrench at least a year off the reader's life if taken seriously. Despite that, I'm still awarding The Babysitter III my seal of approval, and four whispered obscene phone calls out of five.
I'm also wishing I had the fourth book in the series so I can see how Stine pulls it all together after that humdinger of an ending.
Best Scene:
Debra enjoys making some prank phone calls of her own. Even though she's dating Mark, she's also got the hots for Terry, and doesn't mind calling him up every so often and whispering to him that he's got a secret admirer. She always hangs up after a couple of minutes, and it's just a way for her to have a little fun before going to bed at night.
One evening she talks Jenny into doing the calling for her. Jenny agrees but screws everything up, and the results are amusingly awful. Poor Jenny: all those personal experiences with raspy-voiced callers and she still can't talk a little dirty on the phone when there's a cute guy on the line. :)