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The Boy with the Bleeding Finger
by Sophie


As I went to bed, 300 years ago I heard this chant:

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am in your world.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am in your country.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am on the train to your town.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am in your town.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am on your street.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am three doors away.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am on your doorstep.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am in your house.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am on your stairs.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am in your room.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, I am next to you.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, stand up.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, go to your window.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, open your window.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, step onto your windowsill.

I am the boy with the bleeding finger, JUMP!

My mummy and daddy found me the next day with a bleeding finger and nothing more. I was only 5. Mummy called me her pwitty pwincess. they would never of believed it if I told them what happened to me. Well they're here now. They didn't have to wait long because I am the girl with the bleeding finger, and I choose who is next.

I am the girl with the bleeding finger, and I choose you!

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