Jorinda's Pov
"A box?" I whisper, "What the hell." Joringel yells. "Joringel be quite." I yell. "Ok, just know, Jorinda I wouldn't go in the bathroom if I were you." He say walking out of his room.
I look up at the bathroom door, which was just open, is now shut, and the lights are on. "W-Why?" I stammer. "Just don't, ok." He whispers. "Ok." I reply.
"Jorinda! Joringel! Time for dinner!" Mom yells from the kitchen. "Coming,..." I reply, Joringel just starts heading down stairs with out warning, so I go chasing after him, leaving the box on the floor where I was sitting.
When we only have one step left on separating the stairs from the living room, we hear a whisper. From the closet? "Joringel?" I whisper. "Yes!" He screams. "I'm scar,..." Joringel cuts me off. "Shh. Just listen to the voice." I stay as still as a statue, when I hear it. "Don't go down there honey. I heard it to."
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Shadows
ParanormalDon’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen. 13 year old Twins Jorinda and Joringel, live the best life Imaginable...
