Hello, this is the first story that I write in english, it’s a risky project, I know it, but even so here I’m. I hope that you enjoy it, any review it’s welcome.

Jimmy Brook

Toc, toc, toc,

Someone knocked at the door

I hardly could remember that poem about Jimmy Brook that I used to sing with my sister in my chilhood, but since I came back to my natal town, I can not take it out of my mind, its child-like tune, makes me feel, like If I was part of a bedtime story, so scary as most of them.

But when they opened

There were nothing more

I must not close my eyes, I heard some steps at the corridor, little steps, as if they belong to a child, but there are not more children at this place, even if it is hard to belive, it is completely true, you could see them, but they are nothing more than spirits that rose from the dead.

Than the ugly doll, Jimmy Brook

If you hear a laugh once,

Some drops of blood come out from my mouth, it has a bitter flavor, I was concentrated in it, when I heard a music box, its scary melody inundate the creepy house, and the steps came closer, a little laugh can be heard, so scary, so superhuman.

If you hear it twice

You must lock the door

With fool movements I raised up, and closed the door, I stil do not kwow why I did it, it does not change the fact, that it is waiting at the other side of it, with those glass eyes, with its perfect and redish fake lips, with those little murderous hands of porcelain.

Because Jimmy Brook

Has came for you.

I hear that it goes and came back, that it do not let that the music box get silence, but I am not going to surrender, I will wait until it gets tired, becuse it must have a flaw, there is nothing as a perfet toy, even so... I have fear of Jimmy Brook.

And that’s all..

I hope that you had liked it, I’m sorry if my english is not good, but this is a nice opportunity to practice it. I write this tail because I love bedtime stories and dolls, it’s like some kind of freaky obsession that I have (that and the book of Alice in Wonderland), Well I will wait for any review, that could help me with my writing or to congratulate me (which will probably be very difficult), so C’est toit, Au revoir.