A/N: I've had this idea for years. But never brought to complete realization. Decided to revive the project now in time for Halloween, and in honor of the belated 49th Anniversary of Disneyland's Haunted Mansion. my all time favorite ride there. Turns 50 next years in August of 2019. Yep, that awesome ride opened on August 9th 1969. Wish they would stop messing with it for Halloween by adding the Haunted Mansion "Holiday" overlay and wait until Christmas for that. The story may develop as time goes on, but with school season starting soon, it'll be a slow and long process. Holiday breaks might be my best chances of making any progress on this story.
The shadows grow long as the mournful winds chill in reverence to the dying of summer, the rustling winds and growing darkness herald the arrival of Halloween. It is time to gather your loved ones in a comforting and warm setting. Leaning on the support of one another, for no doubt you will need the strength of each other as the night approaches.
Now since you want a story, first let me ask a question... When does a house become a home? Is it merely the presence of it's occupants, or is it the love of family that transforms the brick and wood into a nurturing sanctuary, a shelter from the cold and harsh realities of the outside world? A place we long for when we are away. So much a part of who we are, we cannot survive without it.
But what of the houses that never become homes? What is it that plagues them? What unseen forces confine them into a state of deep desolate loneliness? Despair and death are it's occupants. It's furnishings sorrow and suffering. We know of one such home...don't we?
It's name is synonymous with the darkness that lingers in it wretched walls. A more appropriate name has never been bestowed. The Haunted Mansion. And it is truly exactly, just that. The history of this estate is steeped in mystery. And few know what it's like beyond the door of that cursed place.
That is until one night, when two twins entered through it's cursed doors one cold and violent night. The story of Dipper and Mabel pines. That...I have not dared to tell. Before now.
It was a cold summer's night long ago. Dipper Pines was a brave, clever and resourceful 12 year old boy whom along with his twin sister Mabel who was a free-spirited young girl was spending his summer vacation with his Great Uncle a.k.a Grunkle Stan in a small town in Oregon called Gravity Falls.
About a month before the reappearance of the long lost author of the three journals, These two twins would take an adventure that would be sure to shape their lives forever. But...it remains an untold tale of the events during that summer they spent in Gravity Falls all those years ago.