My ideal house...

In one of my trips to England, i found a small town called Castle Combe. That town had all the points to become the place where i would live;This place was not spectacular but i felt in peace in there.

For days i was looking for houses but there was none that i was interested in.Then i looked at the top of the mountain and my eyes found a house surrounded by trees.
It looked run down, like nobody lived in there. What most caught my atention was its large windows; I thought it was fabulous to help when i painted a picture. I went to the town's real estate agency awaiting it to be for sale.

-Look...lady, said the estate agent. This house... It's full of legends.
-I'm not superstitious...
-This house in the past was Livingston's house, but from the time this accident happened, nobody has lived in there.
-An accident? i looked at him with puzzled face.
-The little daughter of the Livingstons died in there...
I finally conviced him to show me the house.

When we were at the front of the house, i admired it even more. The man didn't come in, so i went ahead alone. I went up with hardness, In one room i found an old picture.It was a beautiful picture; In there appeared a little girl with a doll. I thought she was tje little daughter of a Livingdton's family.
I continued with my inspection and in other room i found a little doll, oh, it's beautiful, i thought but when i approached i saw a little tear in her face.
Next to her i saw a note that said:

"Welcome... As you can see i'm only a doll, sorry if i scared you but i've been many years in this world. I only want to stay eith the person who loved me so much."
"I only need that."

I couldn't believe that, but i prefered to fulfill her wish, so i put the doll in the place that i thought this person would be.
Before i went, i turned and saw the little doll in the tomb of her human friend, Mary Livingston.

I could see a smile in her face.