It was a beautiful summer day, my 5-year-old James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays alone, mostly, he never had many friends, but he always had a vivid imagination. I was in the kitchen, feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like someone talking to James in the backyard. I was not sure what he could be talking, he could finally have a friend? Being a single mother is hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go out and see how it is.
When I went to the backyard I was a little confused because James was the only one back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice.
-James! It's time to go. -I called him.
He entered and sat down at the kitchen table, it was lunch time, so I decided to make you a turkey sandwich ...
-James. You were talking out there? - I asked.
-I was playing with my new friend - he said smiling. You put a little milk and continued to rise, as any good mother would.
-Does your friend have a name? Why does not he come to lunch with us? - I asked. James looked at me for a moment before answering.
-I call him Jack Sorrisonho.
-Oh? It's a strange name. as your friend is?
He is a clown. He has long hair and a big nose shaped like a cone striped. He has long arms and baggy pants with striped socks, and he always smiles - I realized that my son was talking to an imaginary friend. I think it's normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends, especially when he has no real kids to play. It's probably just a phase.
The rest of the day went as usual, and it was getting late, so I put James to bed. I kissed him and made sure to turn on your night light before closing the door. I was very tired, so I decided to go to bed not long after.
I had a terrible nightmare ...
It was dark. I was in a kind of amusement park decadent. I was scared, running through a field of infinite empty tents, broken rides, and abandoned huts of the game. The whole place had a horrible appearance for him. Everything was black and white, premium plush all hanging in the stalls of games, all with smiles on their faces stitched sick. It seemed that the whole park was looking at me, even though there was another living being in sight. Then, suddenly, I began to hear music play. The sounds of Pop Goes the Weasel being played on an accordion echoed through the park, it was mesmerizing. Follow its melody to the big top almost in a trance, unable to stop my legs forward. It was dark, the only light came from a single spotlight shining in the center of the big tent. As I walked towards the light music slowed down, I found myself unable to stop singing, like those toy monkeys hitting two cymbals endlessly.
"All around the mulberry
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey thought it was all a joke ... "
The music stopped right before the climax, and suddenly the lights filmed. The intensity of the lights was almost blind, all I could see was a small dark silhouette scramble for me. Then another appeared, and another, and another. There were dozens of them, all coming toward me. I could not move, my legs were frozen, all I could do was watch as the staggering figures approached. As we approached I could see ... they were kids! When I looked at each one I realized they were horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over the body, others were severely burned and others were missing limbs, even the eyes! Children involved me scratching my skin, dragging me to the ground, and tearing into me. As children tore me apart and disappeared, all I could hear was laughter, horrible, horrible, evil laughs.
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. After breathing deeply looked and saw that some of the figurines action James were positioned facing me on my bedside table. I sighed, James probably had woken up early and put them here. I collected the toys and made my way to the room of James, however, when I opened the door James was sleeping. I just put the toys back in his toy box and went to the living room. A little later James woke up and I made him breakfast. He was quiet and seemed a bit dizzy, maybe he did not sleep well too. I decided to ask him about the toys.
-James, you put the toys in the room mom's this morning? - His eyes darted at me for a moment, then quickly looked down at his cereal.
Laughing-Jack did. - I rolled my eyes and replied.
Well, tell ao'Jack Cheshire 'to keep the toys in his room. - James finished his breakfast, then decided to go play outside in the backyard.
I went to relax in the living room and I must have dozed off because I woke up a couple hours later.
-Shit! I need to check James. - I was a little worried, had been over two hours and I did not check it. I went out into the yard, but James was not there. I was getting nervous, so I yelled for him.
-James! JAMES Where are you?! - Just then I heard laughter coming from the front yard. I ran to the gate to the front of the house. James was sitting on the sidewalk. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to him.
James-how many times have I told you not to leave the yard? James, what are you eating? - James looked at me, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand full of bullets in all colors. It made me very nervous-James, who gave that sweet? He just looked at me but said nothing. -JAMES! Please tell mama, where you have to sweet. -James lowered his head and said:
-Jack Sorrisonho gave me. - My heart sank, I knelt down to look him in the eyes - James I've heard enough about Jack Sorrisonho this damn thing, it is not REAL! Now, this is a very serious situation and I need to know that you gave the candy! -I could see my son's eyes fill with tears.
- But Mom, Jack Sorrisonho gave me candy. -I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, James never lied to me, but what he is telling me it's impossible. I make him spit out the candy and I throw the rest away, James seems to be fine. Maybe I'm exaggerating, after all he could have gotten from Tom and Linda's house next door, Mr. Walker or the street. Anyway I'll have to keep an eye on James. That night, I put James to bed as usual, and decided to go to bed early even.
Suddenly, I was awakened by a loud crash coming from the kitchen. I jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs. When I got to the kitchen I was horrified. All cutlery had been thrown to the ground and killed our dog Fido hanging luminaire. His stomach was open and stuffed with sweet, the same type that James was eating earlier in the day. My shock was quickly broken by a piercing scream coming from the room of James followed by sharp declines. I quickly grabbed a knife from the drawer and went upstairs with the speed that only a mother whose child is in danger could have. Everything in the room was overthrown and jogadp the floor, my poor son in her bed crying and shaking with fear, a puddle of urine staining the sheets. I grabbed my son and ran out of the house and was beside Tom and Linda's house, Fortunately they were still awake. They let me use the phone and called the police. It did not take long to arrive, and I explained what had happened, they looked at me like I was crazy. They searched the house but all they found was a dead dog and two bedroom messy. The officer told me that someone had probably gotten into the house and made it right before making a quick escape when he heard me coming up the stairs. I knew that was not true. All the doors were closed and none of the windows were open, which was in my house does not come out.
The next day, James remained inside, I did not want him to go out of my sight. I went to the garage and found his old baby monitor and set up in your room, if something comes into your room at night, I'll be able to hear it. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife from the drawer and put it on my nightstand. Imaginary friend or not, I will not let anything hurt my boy.
Soon night came. James put to bed, he was afraid, but I promised him I would not let anything happen to him. I put him in, gave him a kiss, and turned on the nightlight. Before closing the door, I whispered to him: "Good night, James, I love you."
I tried to stay awake as long as I could, but after a few hours I felt myself falling. My baby was safe for the night and I needed sleep. As I lay my head on the pillow I heard a soft noise came form the baby monitor that I had put on my nightstand. At first it seemed that interference, such as radio type would. Then it turned into a groan. James was sleeping? Then I heard it, the laughter of my nightmare, that horrible laugh. I got out of bed and grabbed the knife under my pillow. I ran to the room James and the door creaked open. I tried the light switch, but not lit. I took a step and I could feel the hot thick liquid on my feet. Suddenly I saw James' I could see the absolute horror set in front of me.
Body of a boy was nailed to the wall, punching nails through his hands and feet. His chest was cut open and their bodies hung to the floor. Your eyes and tongue had been removed along with most of his teeth. I was disgusted, I could hardly believe it was a boy. Then I heard it again, the desperate groan. JAMES was still alive! My baby, my poor child, in so much pain barely clinging to life. I ran across the room and vomited on the floor, but my pain was interrupted by a horrible laughter coming after me. I turned around while still wiping the vomit from my mouth, then out of the shadows emerged the demon responsible for all this horror, Jack Sorrisonho. His ghost white skin and black hair fell to his shoulders tangles. He had piercing white eyes surrounded by dark black rings. His crooked smile revealed a row of sharp teeth, and his skin did not look like your skin, it almost looked like rubber or plastic. He wore a patchy, black and white clown suit with striped sleeves and socks. Your own body is grotesque, his long arms hanging down past her waist and the way he was about bones did seem almost like a rag doll. He laughed sickly, as if to warn me that he was pleased with my reaction to his 'work'. He then turned slowly in front of James and started laughing even more with the horrible sight that he put out. That was enough to get away from my terror, I replied,
-Get away from him you bastard! - I ran into the monster raising the knife above my head and stabbed him, but as soon as the knife touched it disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. The knife went right through and punched the heat still beating James, the hot blood splashing on my face ....
Not ... what I did? My baby, I killed my baby! I immediately fell to my knees, and I could hear the sirens in the distance getting louder ... My boy, my sweet boy ... I promised my mother would protect him ... But I do not ... Sorry James ... I'm sorry ...
The police soon arrived to meet me in front of my son, still wielding the knife covered in blood from my baby. The trial was short, insanity. I was put in jail for the criminally insane, where I've been for the past two months. Not so bad here, the only reason I'm awake now, is because someone is beating those two dishes drum music, outside of my cell, but no one but me can hear them.