The little boy next door

I lived next store to a little boy named Jimmy, I used to call him little helper because he was a really helpful little boy He was only 12 years old when we was kidnapped by a man dressed in black. I tried to stop him but he had a gun. I was scared to death. I ran into the house and called 911. It took them fifteen minutes to get to my house but by the time they get there the man was already gone. It was 2 years later when I finally found Jimmy. He wasn’t up to helping me anymore so I just did the work around myself. The next day Jimmy was acting funny…He was running a fever and he had red dots all over he hands. I took him to the doctor. Buthe couldn’t do anything about it but give him medicene. 2 Years later he died of cancer and still remaiins at my house protecting me