Wirt x lorana

Chapter one

Wirt POV
We and Greg are walking in the forest as usual, trying to dodge "the beast" and and hopefully getting close to home. "Uh-oh, the sky is crying! Poor sky, what happened?" Greg said. I rolled my eyes at his silliness and searched for shelter from the rain and cold.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ we wound up finding a abandoned house, which was a relief, being soaked by now. We ran inside and shut the door. There were candles and matches near them, so I lit them and looked around, noticing Greg was a bit scared. "Greg, what's wrong?" I asked him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, and answered. "it's a bit spooky in here, I don't like it." "We'll be fine, greg, don't fret" I said, and he reassured a bit, hugging our frog. I smiled a bit and went back to searching This house. Then something happened. A door opened. Me and Greg turn immediately towards the opening door. A girl came out. A pretty one. No, a beautiful one. "What are you doing here?" She said. I blushed a bit. "Oh um n-nothing just...um.. I thought-t this house was abandoned... But it's um.. Not.." I said, stuttering so much. Ugh. Greg and I realized she wasn't any threat so he went to play with the frog as I stepped forward to clear things up.
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"So you see? We were only trying to get out of the rain." I said, finishing up my explanation. "I believe you, but you two come with me, you must hide from auntie whispers" she said, with a cough. I blushed a bit and called Greg, In which he picked up the frog and trailed behind me. "Oh,
And my name is Lorna, what's yours?" She asked. "I'm Wirt and this is Greg" I replied, but she just nodded and kept walking. She put us in her room and went out. I put my ear against the door. "Hello, auntie whispers." Lorna said. "Hello my dear Lorna, any vistors?" "No, not a soul." She said. "I don't believe you.. The ringing of the bell commands you to tell me where the children are." She rung a bell and Lorna spilt the beans. "They are in my room, auntie whispers." She said. I panicked, backing up with Greg behind. The door handle moved up and down, and the door opened, reviling the ugly child eating auntie whispers.

HAHA CLIFF HANGER