Frustrated Nannies and Babysitters Reveal The Worst Child They Ever Encountered.

I don't think babysitters, nannies, daycare workers, and literally anyone who deals with children gets enough credit for the work they do. While children are adorable they can also turn horrible in the blink of an eye if even the smallest thing goes wrong. Throw in the fact that their parents have left them with a stranger for hours on end and it can easily be a recipe for disaster.

Nannies of Reddit were asked: "What's your demon child story?" These are some of the worst, I mean best, answers.

I was about 13 babysitting a 5-year-old while my mom and her mom studied for their class in college they were taking together. Her mom told me to make sure she takes a bath before going to bed so I start the bathtub and tell her to get in and I would check on her in a few minutes. 

About 45 seconds later she comes out of the bathroom butt naked screaming about a fire in the bathroom. I run in there and her mom had a candle in the bathroom and she put her underwear on it while undressing, setting the whole bathroom counter ablaze. Easy fix, I just threw everything in the bathtub to put it out. The situation was more funny than scary.


The parents were bodybuilders and had one daughter. I don't even know what her name actually was because I heard them call her so many different things. Emma, Emmie, Emory, Every, Avery, and one time Emerson. It was bizarre.

Anyway, this kid would lose her mind unless I played Bubble Guppies on TV and consistently feed her cheese. I would usually try and distract her with any other snack but she would only eat cheese. The parents encouraged me to give her all the cheese she wants ("she's going through that stage where she only eats cheese").

I was seriously concerned for this kid's health. For 2 years I only ever saw her eat cheese. She was constipated almost every time I babysat. One time I ended up feeding her an entire block of cheese in 2 hours and refused to babysit for them after that.


I was watching an 8 year-old, who decided to hang a dart board. He walked in calmly, with a hammer and nails, to put holes in his parents walls. I vetoed the idea and then the little guy chased me around the house with the hammer trying to kill me.


I babysat two kids throughout the school year and multiple days in the summer when I was in high school. I was pretty much a 9-5 nanny when not in school. I really loved those kids, which is surprising, considering the first time I babysat them all day it all went to hell. The older sibling was a boy in my cousin's grade, the younger a little girl. They were maybe 6/7 and 3/4 at this point. I had babysat once or twice before, but never a whole day. 

I don't know what started it, but the kids began to fight. Before I could break it up, the little girl threw a heavy, pointy, metal toy plane at her brother. It hit him right in the corner of his eye BARELY missing his actual eyeball. He starts GUSHING blood everywhere. All over his clothes, all over the expensive Disney Store Winnie the Pooh blanket his sister had been walking around with, all over the pristine WHITE carpet. He freaks out and stars crying, asking me if he is dying. Hardcore, terrified kid sobs. 

I rush into action and usher him into the bathroom and get a cold washcloth. I had to coax his hands away from his face so I could see what I was dealing with, and eventually I get the blood wiped away and see it's a very small cut. I have him hold the cold washcloth to his eye and I work on calming him down. The bleeding stops. I get him into fresh PJ's and send him to his bed to lie down for a few minutes since he wore himself out.

That's when I realize that I haven't seen his sister in about 10-15 minutes. I got sidetracked with the bleeding, panicking kid and now I have no idea where the culprit is. I run around the house and check all the doors and locks. Still locked. So, I know she is at least inside.

I'm fighting back tears and running around the house shouting her name trying to find her. I go back to her brother's room deciding that I need to get his help. And that's when I hear it. Little sniffles and quiet hiccups from behind his bedroom door. She was a small child and had hidden behind the door fearing that she was in trouble and that I was going to spank her. (I didn't)

So, now I'm comforting her (but also telling her that hurting her brother and hiding from me isn't okay). I'm completely drained and wigged out at this point, so I have the kids go to the living room with me and sit them at opposite ends of the couch. I put on a kids film and get to work cleaning up the blood from the carpet and floor.

Then, I sit at the kitchen table (open concept, I can see them) and quietly try to calm myself down so I don't puke all over myself. I'm really proud I got the bloodstains out of the carpet though.


I had a kid who climbed out his bedroom onto the roof of the house & started the house on fire. The kid was a demon. He was 9 at the time.


When I was 13 I was babysitting the two little boys across the street. At the time they were about 5 (James) and 3 (Ivan). When I got there the mother told me that Ivan was recently potty trained, but he was rather private, would want to do his business on his own and that I should let him.

Well everything seems to be going well. We start watching Chuck Norris Texas Ranger and pretty soon Ivan says he's going to the bathroom so he heads off and we continue watching Chuck. 5 minutes go by... 10... I go knock on the bathroom door, no noise. And it's locked, great. I yell at him to open the door and he says "NO!" Well. At least I know he's OK. I bang on the door, beg him to open it. Eventually I tell him if he doesn't I'll tell his dad he was disobedient. Well... He opens the door and... He and the entire bathroom are covered in poop. 

He had taken a huge man sized dump in the middle of the floor and then proceeded to sit in it, roll in it, and paint the entire bathroom with it. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen at that point in my life. There was poop in his hair. Then he looks me dead in the eye says, "Kiss my poopy butt." 

There were no cell phones back then so my mom had to come over and help me out with cleaning up. The parents paid me triple. There was no hiding what had happened as there was poo on the shower curtain and a few other places we just didn't know how to really clean in just an hour or two.

Yes I baby sat again. He never did anything that bad again, but he was always a very wild and emotional child.


I once babysat for a family and the parents basically underpaid me to tutor their children in math (and at 8 and 10, their kids were freakishly smart, and I could hardly help them at 18). The parents were BOTH home while I "babysat". The daughter started to goof off for a minute and asked if I could braid her hair like I had braided mine. When I did, the dad came in yelled at us, mostly me, because it was time for studying, and this was not a "beauty shop". It was so uncomfortable.


I had a kid go to the bathroom, poop, run out with no pants, grab my house key, and throw it in the poop.

While I fished it out, he sat on the couch rubbing his butt. I used every kind of soap on that key.

When his parents got back, I waited to get paid. Then I explained things pointing to the spot on the couch and left.


A few months I had to babysit my husband's nieces and nephews. These kids are awful. Their parents neglect them and it shows. 

I rescued a two week old kitten. Nursed him back to health and adopted him. One day while I was doing dishes, the 2 youngest kids took him outside and tried to drown him in the above ground pool. Twice. He survived.

My in-laws house was filthy and roach infested. While one of the kids was eating dinner, a roach apparently crawled across his plate, he started hysterically crying. I go to calm him down and one of the others runs into the kitchen, opens every spice she can get get hand on and dumps them all over the kitchen.

I decide I have to keep the two smaller ones with me at all times due to their antics. I put them on the kitchen counter to 'help' me cook. They actually start behaving and I thought I had found a successful method in handling them. I was wrong. One asks me a question while the other takes out glasses from the cupboard and starts smashing them on the ground. I go to stop her when the other little one starts smashing plates.

The two oldest were sisters and they hated each other. They get into a fight over the TV (could have been over the xbox, I can't quite remember) the older sister starts chasing after the younger sister, she eventually smashes the younger sister's fingers in the bathroom door. While the younger sister is crying, the older sister is laughing maniacally.

That's just a few. There are several other stories that make me so grateful to have moved far away from them all.


I was in my senior year of college and picked up an occasional babysitting gig from The family is well-to-do, awesome people in a hella good part of town and the kids are 8 & 12 so I'm really only there to make sure nobody burns the nice house to the ground.

With that being said, the younger one (who we'll call Adam) was definitely on the spectrum. I head over one night and the parents call Adam down. I notice he's just in his whitey tighties (which is how he slept) and he seems totally out of it. The parents ask him to tell me what had happened. When he's too incoherent to tell me, they finally blurt out that he had his tonsils taken out like 48 hours ago. Oh, okay, awesome, thanks for the heads up, but I guess this is what I'm dealing with.

So anyways, Adam goes back to bed and I don't hear anything out of him for the next like five hours because little guy is high on pain meds. I checked up on him a few times, we're good, whatever. It's now around 10-11 at night and I hear him come down the stairs and he's holding a stuffed animal Bowser.

"Hey buddy, how are you feeling?"

Adam says nothing.

"Whatcha doing, Adam?"

He silently walks to the kitchen.

"Adam, do you want something to eat?"

He opens the freezer in total silence still.

"Why don't you let me help you, Adam?"

To remind you, this kid is in nothing but his undies and holding a stuffed animal. He finally acknowledges my presence and looks me straight in the eye then gargles, Bowser hungry

Still cracks me up thinking about it.


Babysat for a family with 3 boys when I was about 16, had no problems with the older two but once when it was time for bed, the 6 year old decided to start playing the drum set in their basement. I tried to convince him to put the drumsticks away and come upstairs...cue him proceeding to hit me as hard as he could all over my arms as I tried to defend myself.

You wouldn't think something a bit bigger than a pencil would hurt but god was it painful. I was crying and convinced he'd broken at least a couple of my fingers when I managed to get one drumstick away, which led him to grab his iPod, charging to call his dad (who was away for business) and tell him his babysitter was being "mean".

Eventually had to call his mother to yell at him through the phone because I was half a second away from calling the police on this kid or just walking home a few doors down. Don't think he ever fell asleep before his mom got back, and didn't even get paid extra to make up for my inability to write for the next couple weeks.


Babysat a kid with Pica. Had to follow him around everywhere yelling NO DON'T EAT THAT. Kind of like having a new puppy. Ended the night watching him chew on my flip flop while it was on my foot.


Kid threw an easy bake oven at me and then tried to lock me in a closet.


Two little spoiled rich girls. Told me I'm too short for my age, I'm bad at playing barbies, said my hair was unattractive, and screamed and cried bloody murder when I told them it was time for bed after I had let them stay up an hour later. They hid the TV remote from me and called me a bully and locked themselves in one of the rooms saying they were gonna tell their mom I was mean and screamed at them for no reason at all. When the mom came home and asked how they were of course I said they were fine, and she responded with "I know they're terrible. What did they do?"


I've been babysitting for this family since the little girl was 3 months old. She was about 5 at the time and we spent the day doing the usual. Wii, disney movies, dolls, blah blah. She said she wanted to color so we got everything out for it. I took out a yellow piece of construction paper and started drawing hearts, smiley faces, etc. This girl rips up the pink paper I gave her, takes out a dark gray piece and a black crayon then begins to violently scribble in circles. I let her do her thing until she took out a black sheet of paper and a white crayon to draw a haunted house with ghosts that kill every one that enters.

Creeped me out to say the least.

As the night goes on she gets sleepy and I changed her into her pj's and she gets in her bed. I sat down on a mini stool and began reading. This girl sits straight up with this blank face and starts counting. COUNTING.

"Do you hear the footsteps?"

"No, you're just hearing the hands on the clock ticking. Those aren't footsteps."

"But you know I have two daddys, right? The other daddy sleeps in the guest room and he checks on me when I sleep. He's so nice."

I cried and jumped into her bed completely breaking that little barrier on a kids bed that prevents them from falling off. This kid starts laughing at me. Around a half hour later I put on my big girl panties and left the room. I turned on every light in the house and went to the living room to watch TV. Not even 5 minutes after I sat down on the couch she lets out this horrifying scream. In my mind I'm like, "Daddy #2 is in there!" I run up and she calmly says, "You forgot to put on my sockies." Really?

When the parents came home they could tell I was petrified and I told them what happened. The girl comes downstairs and they ask her what all this was about. She starts laughing and says, "Hehe, two daddys."

This spawn of satan was messing with me the whole entire time. She's 8 now and is still as sly as ever.


I used to baby sit the two boys of family while their parents went out once every few weeks to get some alone time. I had looked after them before and they were usually well behaved and listened very well. This family had a few cats and they would climb in all sorts of odd places such as in the sinks, bookshelves, cupboards etc. Well this night I guess they had left the dryer door open and when one of the kids went downstairs to get his ball hockey gear I guess he closed the door on the cat and started the dryer. 

I was already outside waiting at this point so I heard nothing about this until we came back inside and I noticed the dryer was on. I asked the kids why it was on and they said their mom was doing laundry. I knew for a fact that it was off when after the parents left so when I went to investigate I opened it to a mangled cat. I told the parents what happened and that their kid needs help now. Never babysat anyone's kids ever again. The parents were in shock. They didn't blame me or get mad. It still makes me uncomfortable to think about him.


I babysat all through junior high and high school to make my spending money. The worst was a referral for the friends of a family I babysat for all the time. There were two twin boys who were 8, and a little girl who was just starting her toilet training.

The kids were very nice during the introductions. But it soon turned out they were hyper as hell as soon as their parents left. The boys whooped and hollered and chased each other through the house. I convinced them to play Legos or whatever in their room to quiet them down because I had to deal with the little girl who needed to potty. She kept trying to poop in her little training potty but it wasn't happening. Then I heard the boys screaming at the top of their lungs, so I left the girl on her potty to find out why the boys were freaking out.

The boys' bedroom had two single beds. Each boy was standing on his bed PISSING at the other one like they were having a pee pee duel. They got urine everywhere, on the walls, the carpet, the sheets and all over each other.

I'm ticked at these kids and tell them to change their clothes and strip the sheets. They just keep laughing at me and make me chase them around the house like it is a funny game to be soaked in pee.

Meanwhile the little girl (who is not wearing any pants or undies) drags her potty into the kitchen singing at the top of her lungs about how she pooped and wants me to look. When one of the boys runs through the kitchen, he accidentally overturns the potty and stuff gets all over the lineoleum.

As much as I wanted to cry from utter frustration I managed to hold my temper and calm them all down enough while I cleaned up as best I could...tough when it isn't your house and I had no idea where they kept all their cleaning supplies.

When the parents finally came home they didn't offer any apologies for how their kids behaved or any extra tip or anything like that. Needless to say that was the first and last time I ever babysat for that family!


Once I babysat a kid who decided that all he wanted to do was lock me in the shed. When I said, no, we would not be doing that, he burst into tears. He kept sobbing and begging and hitting me for about a half hour.


I babysat for one family that was a disaster waiting to happen. Divorced parents who did nothing but argue, mom had a new boyfriend and was never around. They had two girls, ages 12 and 4. The younger sister was a sweetheart but the older one was not handling things well. She took it out on her little sister, yelling at her. I would remind her that her sister is only 4 and whenever I scolded her for her treatment of her sister, she would go in another room and call her mom at work to tell her how mean I was being.

One day the three of us were playing outside when the older sister went inside to use the bathroom. As she came back outside she purposely locked all the doors to the house, so when we went to go back in we were locked out. She had the most evil smirk on her face as I tried to open the doors. It was at that moment that I was actually afraid of her. We had to go to a neighbor's house and call their father at work, who left to come let us back inside. I didn't babysit for them again after that.


I had one main family I regularly babysat for after college and they recommended me to a friend of theirs who had two girls. Both families were well off, but very different.

Anyway, the second family's two girls were beyond spoiled. I mean, TV reality show spoiled. The youngest, who was five, would blood curdle scream for a good 15 minutes running through this mansion house when it was time for bed. I always felt like a jerk calling the mother but they didn't pay me enough to put up with that. I'd have to set the girl up in the "special room" and rub her back while she fell asleep after she spoke to her mother.

I sat for them three times and avoided their calls after that.


Had a five year old pull out a plastic knife on me and demand I give him my Pokemon cards.


I babysat a little boy who had severe emotional problems. One time he ran away while I was upstairs playing with his sister. He ran away to the park down the block, climbed a tree and refused to come down because "no one loved him". I was young and didn't think about calling the police or anything. I just sat at the bottom of the tree and literally talked him down. I convinced him that I loved him and wanted him to come home. His siblings also helped me by saying they loved him also. It was so scary.


I babysat for a family where both brothers were deaf. If I said something they didn't want to hear (no more TV, bedtime, etc), they would take out their hearing aids and close their eyes shut. It's hilarious now but as a 13 year old girl it was highly infuriating.


I babysat for a few families on my street as a preteen/teen. Word of mouth spread and a family maybe 6 streets away asked me to watch 3 kids. 3 kids seemed like a lot for not knowing them, but they said they'd only be gone a few hours.

Parents leave. Kids turn into demon spawn. 2 little boys and 1 youngest child girl. They tormented her until she was literally hiding/clinging to my legs and clothes. I turned on a movie and they were okay for a minute.

Then 1 boy gets up and pulls his pants down and literally just starts pissing in the middle of the living room (he's totally potty trained... like 6). I freak out and start to clean it up and send the boy to his room. The other brother followed him, as they shared a room, and just sat there with him. The girl sneaks downstairs throughout all this and unbeknownst to me starts making an F5 grade mess.

After I clean the pee, I go to get them out of the boys' room. Surprise, door is closed. Oh, and apparently locked.... the one boy is only like 3 and is crying because he can't open it and his brother won't let him out. The older boy is defiant and just screaming at me NO I'M NOT OPENING IT. YOU'RE NOT MY MOM! I WANT MY MOMMY! We had a stand off for a few minutes before I realized the girl was gone.

Well, I wasn't getting the boys out, so I went to get the phone and call the parents while I tried to find the girl. She pulled out ALL the toys and they were everywhere and I couldn't find her because she was like in a pillow pile somewhere.

I don't really have an ending to the story, but needless to say I was pretty much in tears by the time they came home. One of them drove me home and kept apologizing and hoped I'd still give them another chance. That did not happen.


Sources: 1, 2, 3, 45

Some of this material has been edited for clarity.

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