So, I've decided to enter the world of one shots! These short stories will range from mystery to suspense to hurt/comfort. I'll try to keep on a schedule similar to my other stories, with one shot per week. Enjoy this first one!-Mr-Dippingsauce
The House
314 Evergreen Street had been abandoned for about twenty years. It's dark, gloomy day put a damper on the otherwise fairly cheery skyline of the small Oregon town of Gravity Falls.
The old wooden door slowly creaked open, and a face poked into the old house.
"Hello?" the brown haired girl called out. "Dipper? Anyone there?"
She walked in, wearing a pink sweater with a shooting star design. She was just about to shut the door, when, as if by itself, it shut for her.
"P-probably just a draft." She said. "Right?"
The house did not answer her.
Breathing slowly, she went on tiptoe down the long opening hallway. One of the boards creaked loudly.
The house began to rumble. The chandelier overhead began to shake. The chain connecting it to snapped, and the figure plummeted towards the girl.
She rolled out of the way, but a piece of hair became entangled in the chandelier. She tugged as hard as she could, but it was firmly entrenched into the glass crystals. She looked around and picked up a glass shard. She swiped at the entangled hair, and the hair fell away. Sure, now here hair was uneven, but it was worth finding out if her brother was okay.
Anything was worth that.
She stood up and shook off the dust from her shorts. She looked around. To her left was what looked like a kitchen. Cautiously, she entered.
Red wall paper covered the walls. The appliances were probably thirty years old. A beige fridge sat in the right corner, with an old stove and oven next to it.
Mabel picked her foot up as she felt something warm at her feet. She screamed as she realized that it was blood.
The house shook once more.
Panting from fright, Mabel nervously made her away across the hall, to the sitting room. All of the furniture was the same color as the fridge. Whoever lived here sure liked that color, Mabel thought. Her eyes scanned the room, and locked on a single item sitting on the table.
Dipper's hat.
Tears in her eyes, Mabel delicately picked up the hat. A large red stain covered the left side of the brim.
"No," she whispered, tears silently streaming down her face. "Not him."
Her brother couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead.
She was going to find him. And if all she found was a corpse, she was going to kill whatever or whoever had killed him.
Either that or die trying.
Firmly, Mabel placed the hat on her head. She could practically smell Dipper, sweaty and all. She sensed something; that he wasn't dead yet. Maybe, it was her telepathically link with him, and wearing his hat she set off for the stairs. The stairs creaked a little every step she took, and the house began to tremble as she walked. As she reached the second floor, she saw a lamp fall off of a side table. She leaped over the shards of porcelain.
Mabel heard a faint moan of pain. She snapped into focus, trying to pin down the source. She figured out that it was coming from a room at the end of the hall. She sprinted towards the door.
A figure lay in the corner, slumped over to the side, with a mop of hair.
"Dipper!" Mabel yelled. She nearly jumped into her brother. She hugged him hard. He groaned.
"I'm so glad you're alive!" she cried.
"Mabel, what are you doing here? You have to get out, now!"
"I'm not going anywhere without you." She told her brother. "Now, come on."
She grabbed her brother under the shoulder, and he winced in pain. Mabel looked at his side. A large gash ran down the length of his rib cage.
"Oh my gosh. We've got to get you to a hospital." Mabel realized her brother's stare was now fixed on something. "What's wrong?"
Dipper pointed towards the door. "Look."
Mabel looked where her brothers were pointing.
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Outside, residents could hear a girl's bloodcurdling screams.
Next week's one-shot will be similar to my story Curiosity, except…different. Until then, tell me what you think of this one!-Mr-Dippingsauce