A/N: Hi everybody, this is NightmarishGirl and this is my first fanfiction on Reverse Falls... ok my first fanfiction ever. Sorry if it sucks, English is not my language, I'm Italian, so please forgive me for the mistakes you'll surely find. If you have advices you would like to give me to improve my English and my story, they are always useful. Anyway, hope you like it. Here for you, Reverse Falls: Nightmares out of control.
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Reverse Falls: Nightmares out of control
Prologue
The 12-year-old opened his eyes. It took him a second to realize he wasn't in his room: if so was, he would've had his sister's bed beside his own. He realized he was in... in a house he have never seen before? What? He rubbed his eyes, to make sure he wasn't still asleep. No, pretty sure he was awake.
He sat up on the bed. Actually that wasn't a bed, just a mattress placed on the dusty floor, that was... eugh. It looked like it hadn't been clean for ages. Dipper Gleeful (ok, you already got it was him) stood up immediately, seeing a scorpion walking quietly on the mattress like you probably walk in a park, and tried to recognize that place.
The house was... grey. This is the only adjective I can use, cuz... everything was grey, just like that old movies in black and white. The walls were made of blackened, dirty, wooden boards. At every step he took, little clouds of dust floated in the air, making him sneeze. A spider ran on the wall. The ceiling had a missing piece, that showed the sky full of clouds.
It looked like an uninhabited house.
Dipper didn't know why he felt so... so... he didn't even know how he felt. He wasn't scared, let's just say worried... not exactly, he felt like... he was in the wrong place, like it was better to go away. He wasn't that kind of people that were scared of ghosts or uninhabited houses, nor spiders or scorpions. But something made him feel uncomfortable. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried to clam down, running his fingers through his messy brown hair.
That was so uncharacteristic. He didn't know what was going on, what was wrong with him that day and probably this "not knowing" was the thing that was driving him crazy.
When he opened his eyes, his breath hitched in his throat and his heart almost skipped a beat, as he instinctively took a step back.
Because in front of him, on the wall, was painted a black tree. It wasn't here before. The boy realized he was shivering and not because he was cold. But that's what he would've answered if you asked him.
He took a few step closer, trying to control his hands from shaking. But when his fingers touched the cold wall, it disappeared, leaving only a tree, with the branches that pointed at the sky, except for one, that seemed to point at the big, oval stone at his feet.
Dipper kneeled down and the sight sent another shiver down his spine. It was a gravestone. Actually that wasn't was worried him the most. He wasn't scared of death, he actually was interested by death, like it was a movie that you don't like so much but can handle and when you started to watch it your eyes are just glued on the screen.
It was the name written on it that that made him feel the nausea overtaking him.
-Oh, shit- what all that came out of his throat, before everything went black.
