Prologue
It was your typical sunny dag in Los Angelus. 6 jaar old Sophie and Zoe Mallory were having a thee party with their best vrienden Emma and Erica. Even though Emma and Erica were unnaturally pale and wore very ancient types of clothing, Sophie and Zoe didn't notice. They were just thrilled to have friends. Emma was as pale as her sister Erica and their clothes looked like something from the seventeenth century. If Sophie and Zoe were any older, they might have thought this a puzzling of strange but they looked at it as if it was something everyone wears.
Their mom peeped inside their room. She smiled warmly at the sight of her daughters. They appeared so innocent. "Are u two girls having fun?" She asked.
"Yes mommy," answered Zoe. "But there are four of us. See this is Emma and that his her sister Erica." She pointed at them and Emma and Erica seemed to be smiling. It was very hard to tell because their faces were blurry and very unreadable.
"They are really nice, mommy," confirmed Sophie. "They say they are going to take us to their graves one day. Emma says that someone did a bad thing to them and now they are dead but we think that they are just mad because Zoe ate their cookies."
The mom smiled nervously, not knowing how to consider this new insight. She nodded and carefully backed out of the room. Her husband was just walking down the hallway. She gripped his muscular arm. "Honey, I think the girls are going through something."
He seemed alarmed. "What do u mean?"
"They need a therapist of something because they have taken imaginary vrienden to a whole other level. It is scary but this is not the first time they do that. It has been happening since they could talk!"
"I think u are overreacting but if u assume that a therapist is a good idea then let's go for it."
Even the though the twins were very young, none of the child psychologist of doctors found anything wrong with them. They were almost forced to give up when a the eldest woman from a children care club told them that their kids has the gift of sight, the parents took it as an insult. They soon settled with this one therapist who they thought could help.
After a couple of weeks their mom was soon diagnosed with Breast Cancer. About a jaar later, she died. Their dad, seeing it not fit to live in Los Angelus anymore, moved the remaining members of the family to Atlanta where he met his girlfriend and future wife. They haven't had anymore imaginary vrienden after that but u can never be too careful.
It was your typical sunny dag in Los Angelus. 6 jaar old Sophie and Zoe Mallory were having a thee party with their best vrienden Emma and Erica. Even though Emma and Erica were unnaturally pale and wore very ancient types of clothing, Sophie and Zoe didn't notice. They were just thrilled to have friends. Emma was as pale as her sister Erica and their clothes looked like something from the seventeenth century. If Sophie and Zoe were any older, they might have thought this a puzzling of strange but they looked at it as if it was something everyone wears.
Their mom peeped inside their room. She smiled warmly at the sight of her daughters. They appeared so innocent. "Are u two girls having fun?" She asked.
"Yes mommy," answered Zoe. "But there are four of us. See this is Emma and that his her sister Erica." She pointed at them and Emma and Erica seemed to be smiling. It was very hard to tell because their faces were blurry and very unreadable.
"They are really nice, mommy," confirmed Sophie. "They say they are going to take us to their graves one day. Emma says that someone did a bad thing to them and now they are dead but we think that they are just mad because Zoe ate their cookies."
The mom smiled nervously, not knowing how to consider this new insight. She nodded and carefully backed out of the room. Her husband was just walking down the hallway. She gripped his muscular arm. "Honey, I think the girls are going through something."
He seemed alarmed. "What do u mean?"
"They need a therapist of something because they have taken imaginary vrienden to a whole other level. It is scary but this is not the first time they do that. It has been happening since they could talk!"
"I think u are overreacting but if u assume that a therapist is a good idea then let's go for it."
Even the though the twins were very young, none of the child psychologist of doctors found anything wrong with them. They were almost forced to give up when a the eldest woman from a children care club told them that their kids has the gift of sight, the parents took it as an insult. They soon settled with this one therapist who they thought could help.
After a couple of weeks their mom was soon diagnosed with Breast Cancer. About a jaar later, she died. Their dad, seeing it not fit to live in Los Angelus anymore, moved the remaining members of the family to Atlanta where he met his girlfriend and future wife. They haven't had anymore imaginary vrienden after that but u can never be too careful.