Hello everyone! I know it's been a while, but I've decided to try to work on a new story, and this is chapter one! YAY! So please tell me what you think at the end, I know it's short, but I promise the next chapter will be a lot longer!

Chapter 1

It was around three o'clock in the morning and already I felt a bit of dread. It's been about four years since Mabel and my first visit to sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Back then we were only 12 going on 13. Now we're 16 going on 17 and still have more to learn about the town and its secrets. But that wasn't the biggest reason I felt dread. Not at all. It was the only light I could see was from the crescent moon above, my flashlight, and the blonde girl that was courteous enough to accompany me on this exploration.

"Thanks again for coming with me tonight." I said trying to sound calm

"Please, Dipper, with Mabel working tonight at the craft shop, someone has to make sure you don't become werewolf chow." She said, as snappy as ever. Mabel and I were only back in Gravity Falls for a week and in two days she had already gotten a new summer job. She was mostly in charge of restocking, but occasionally would be put in charge of "crafting parties" which was just when kids would come in every other Saturday to make their own crafts.

"Well, I do appreciate it. Besides, it makes the woods a little less terrifying." Dipper said with a small chuckle.

"What's this? The great Dipper Pines! Fighter of evil, one of the saviors of Gravity Falls fears a little darkness?" Pacifica snapped.

"It's not the darkness I fear, it's what maybe in the darkness."

"If that's the case, be glad you got me, I'm the only reason you try to act "manly" in the first place!" she said with a laugh. And she wasn't entirely wrong. During the first summer, Pacifica wasn't exactly someone you would call nice, or respectful, or selfless, or anything good for that matter. But after helping her get rid of a vengeful ghost who nearly killed us because of a promise her ancestors made, and seeing what kind of shit she must deal with at home, she's started opening up a bit, and has tagged along with Mabel and me. And after a while of being around her, and seeing that she can be sweet, when she wants to, I guess I've developed a small* crush on her.

"I think we're almost there." I opened my journal, which is a bit different than Uncle Ford's journals. I use the same type of journal he does, but each one decorated with the little dipper on the cover, but still has a number on it. This one is number 2.

"I see, and you haven't exactly told me where "here" is yet." Pacifica said, playfully shoving me.

"Well, from some of my research, there have been a lot of weird things happening in this area."

"Welcome to Gravity Falls! And I thought you were the smart one!" She retorted.

"Well, weirder, some of the trees have had broken branches recently with claw marks on the ends, goats and livestock have lost blood with small incisions on their necks, and strange appearances of a man who comes into town every now and again, someone that no one knows." I traced the pages with my finger, rereading my notes and checking my surroundings.

"So like a vampire?" Pacifica asked.

"Probably, or a Chupacabra, or something along those lines." I said, closing my journal. We headed a little north, as trees with broken branches started becoming even more apparent. The woods seem to become even more darker, and the wind started picking up.

"Are you sure you know where you going?" Pacifica asked, her voice a heightening.

"Not entirely," Dipper replied, "But looking around us, we can't be too far."

"Dipper! Look!" Pacifica shouted. I looked where she was pointing. A small, rundown cottage sat in a clearing in the middle of the woods. It was surrounded by tree stumps and the trunks torn down around them. A small light could be emitting from the cottage window. I looked at Pacifica who gave me a nod and a determined look. We slowly entered the clearing which only started giving me goosebumps. The clearing felt as if it wasn't even part of the world, as if it was its own world all together. The wind was gone, the moon, was nowhere to be seen, and the pine smell of the forest was replaced with the smell of roses.

"D-Dipper? What is this place?" Pacifica lurched, grabbing onto my arm.

"I don't know, but I guess we're going to find out."

*Mabel says otherwise.