I actually put the wrong warning on the wrong chapter...This warning:

Again there is graphic violence towards the end of the chapter but please bear in mind it's a nightmare so it doesn't actually happen. My warnings may be getting a little boring but I'm just worried about getting reviews in which people yell at me for all the violence and disturbing description.

Was not meant for the chapter named Jacob but for this chapter, so once again you have been warned XD

If anyone is interested in the little Hell Child Jacob just message me and I'll send you a link to his photo
Enjoy xx


Deathly Nursery Rhymes

"Rock a bye baby on the tree top…" A small voice sings, his voice sweet and hypnotising, Howard sees the child stood with his broken crooked arms in the air swaying them from side to side "When the wind blows…" He directs his hands to the window which opens quickly with a blast of cold night air "The cradle will rock." He sways his hands to and fro once again "When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall." He directs his palms to the wooden floor in a flash, something falls from the ceiling and lays slumped in a heap "And down will come baby." Another object falls and smashes into several pieces on top of the first figure "Cradle and all." The child laughs, it echoes through the house, creatures wail outside clearly in pain from the boy's lullabies. The figure shifts uncomfortably on the floor, it gasps in agony slightly as it pushes a piece of broken wood away from its head "Oranges and Lemons say the Bells of St. Clement's." The boy chants, his nursery rhyme floats through the wooden room and drifts out the window, more cries and howls from animals, the figure on the floor sits up slumped against the wall, it is too dark to see its face, to Howard it looks like a silhouette of another Demon "You owe me five farthings say the Bells of St. Martin's." The boy thrusts his palms forwards and the figure screams in agony clutching at its ears, Howard recognises the voice again and starts to make a dash forward but is thrown back by a simple flick of the hand from the child.

"When will you pay me? Say the Bells of Old Bailey." Jacob tilts his head to the side and grins menacingly, he turns his neck with several loud cracks and creaks in Howard's direction, he lifts his hands up and candles light themselves in the room. He can see the figure perfectly now; his own friend sat with his back against the wall, hands on his ears looking clearly in pain. His face screwed up and his whole body trembling, looking tired and drained "When I grow rich say the Bells of Shoreditch." Jacob's voice cracks a little as he pushes his hands forward once again in Vince's direction, the young man howls in discomfort and massages his ears frantically with his shakey hands "When will that be? Say the Bells of Stepney." More screams, bouncing off the walls, Howard tries but fails to get into the room, being thrown back each time by a simple wave of the hand from Jacob, the little boy takes small steps towards Vince still letting his nursery rhyme ring out "I do not know say the Great Bells of Bow." The child stops and stands completely still, his arms lower to his sides and he straightens his head. The wind howls through the window, whipping the curtains back and forth in a violent rage, Vince drops his shaking hands, they are covered in blood, the red liquid trickles from his ears and stains his neck and the rugged dirty t-shirt he is wearing. He stares at the blood, terrified then glances up at the hell child as it opens its mouth and draws in a breath while once again stopping Howard from coming into the room.

"Here comes a Candle to light you to Bed." He begins and directs his hand to a lit candle, he waves it around Vince and the floor blazes, flames roar up from the old wooden floorboards surrounding the young man in a hot circle "Here comes a Chopper to Chop off your Head." The stairs outside the room creak, the house moans as the wind howls. A door in the room flies open, a crack of thunder and a menacing laugh from Jacob. A tall thin man with a disfigured face enters the room bearing a rusty blood coated chainsaw, he fires the weapon up, the motor roars into life, Vince howls screaming in fear, Howard makes for the door but the young boy stops him effortlessly "Chip chop." Jacob taunts as the chainsaw wielding maniac approaches "Chip chop." The motor grows louder, Vince huddles up against the wall, spreads his arms out trying to get away while wincing in pain from Jacob's song "The last man is dead." The man bears down on the young distressed Vince, he digs his chainsaw in ripping at the flesh and sawing bones in half, muscle flies up in the moving blade splattering the walls in a coat of guts, Howard stares in horror and Jacob merely laughs over the sounds of Vince's tearful screams, his eyes shut slowly and the man steps back, his chainsaw still humming quietly ready to spring at its next prey and tear that to shreds as well. Jacob moves over Vince's sleeping body and whispers another lullaby.

"Now I lay thee down to sleep, pray the Demons your soul to keep. If you die before you wake…Pray the Demons your soul to take." He grins bearing his dirty rotten teeth and gurgles with laughter and pleasure, Vince starts snoring silently then his body is engulfed in flames and disappears; Jacob is gone, as is the man. Howard is left standing in the doorway of a blood soaked room staring at the remains of the blood shed.

He hears a female voice whisper through the house.

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. See me safely through the night, and wake me with the morning light."