𝘅𝗶. 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻

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chapter thirty three

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chapter thirty three

blondie's return

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   JORDANNA WAS UP all night. And no, it wasn't because of the questionable noises coming from Hayley's room. No, it was because of that freakin' teddy bear.

   That exorcist type of aura the teddy carried had her curious. It kept her up all night wondering, what kind of teddy just moves . . . on its own? A). A haunted one, duh. B). Maybe the spirit of Baloo possessed it or something and C). Anastasia.

    Jordanna had a hard mind to the latter. So, she did what any mother would do after their child's spirit gives them some form of contact. Necromancy.

    She spent all night trying to get in contact with her. Wanna' know what she found? Nothing.

    Until . . . the very last minute. When she had finally given up, the strangest thing happened. Her head shot backwards all of a sudden, eyes slowly flickering to that pure white that shook the core of those around her. Her body lifted before her mouth involuntarily began chanting, an unknown language spilled passed her lips loudly. And that was when she saw it, her baby. Her little Anastasia.

    A small child ran through the woods merely alone, around seven or eight, that same teddy in her hands as her, seemingly grown, hair danced around behind her. Her distorted giggles echoed in the Jones' head creepily as she called out to her, "Come on, Mom. Hurry up."

    But when she tried to move towards her, her feet stayed planted in the murky, forest floor and before she knew it, her body fell to the ground and she was pulled out of her state and fell into complete darkness.

    Which brought her to where she was now, it was the next morning and, weirdly enough, Jordanna had awoken in a bed. Rather than the floor.

    But she had chosen to ignore the strange aspect the day had already carried as she walked down the stairs the next morning, carrying Sebastian in her arms.

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