Chapter 3

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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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