little timmy

whos there?

Me being a retard I decide to go and look at who was singing I just stood and stared with my eyes just a little wider then usual as I stood in amazement and stared at the floating vintage fire truck. " H-hello" I whispered shakily. "Hi miss" a very high pitched boyish voice sang out in glee towards me. I sat there lost in thoughts at first I thought man dude I want that truck then out of my stupidity I noticed what I was look ing at and hearing. HOLY CRAP DUDE. I am talking to a ghost. I slap myself to make sure it was rral life and not just a dream. Well its real I mutter "Why wouldnt it be real?" he says. Huh I wondee how'd he know what I was thinking and wahts his name. "Silly your not thinking your talking and my names timmy timmy jones" the little boy sang in a very adorable way. At this I found my self dumbstruck and just stared at my hands. Suddemly the truck landed with a hard thump and a note stuck on it read " will you put this in my toy chest by the closet". I got up and naturally walked toward the closet and saw the old toychest I had not noticed before man am I incompetent when I looked inside tears strolled down my cheeks. It was depressing many mnay toys were pilled in the toy chest it made a sharp pain strike my chest very quickly did Timmy know he was dead? The thought of him not knowing made a pain strike me quickly and I couldn't help but feel the pain strike me quickly. I wanted to know what hapoened to him. I had to sit down because the soreow and pain I felt for this little boy drained me of my strenght. At the very moment I sat down I passed out from the drama I had just put myself through. Maybe I can tell my new friends and sister about this at school tomorrow and have them stay over to talk to Timmy. Does he really not know that he has passed away? And is the only one of his family that I know of that still wanders this house.

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eeeeee what is violet gonna do now