I slowly walk up our Victorian staircase, creaking with each step. I reach the top, and turn the corner walking across our laminate wood floors, I approach Joringel's room. "Leave now." he utters
I take the last step towards the bathroom and the floor plank creaks, I bend over, and realize that the floor plank is loose. I gently lift it up, then I see it a hand. I reach down to touch it, when my fingers caress on it. "It's a box?" I whisper gently picking it up.
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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...
