THE GREY
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS
The night was dark, no stars were shown and the moon seemed to hide behind a large cloud of dark grey mist. Dipper was restless, tossing around in his bed and sighing. His light mocha eyes stared listlessly through the dark and his ears seemed to burn with no physical pressure at the silence that seemed to echo around the room. The boy was a bit upset that he couldn't sleep but this was regular for him, being an insomniac since he was 6. His eyes roamed the room, after all there was nothing else he could do at the moment, everyone was asleep. His gaze landed on his sister's form, she was laying on her back, chest rising and falling in a small rhythm, arms wrapped around a stuffed tiger. He studied the soft brown curls that framed her face, she still had a bit of baby fat, and went past her rosy cheeks and disappeared underneath her quilt. Her pig, Waddles, laid peacefully across the foot of her bed. He didn't have to look too hard to see that they're almost identical. After all they were twins.
He let his eyes roam again, this time he stopped his gaze on his alarm clock, which emitted a dim green glow across the desk it was on.
3:33am
He huffed and turned over onto his back, gaze returning to the moldy ceiling, he closed his eyes. Weariness weighed upon him and the silence was becoming a bit unbearable. Just as he thought that the beginning of drowsiness was starting to clutch him in its warm grasp, a sound broke through the silence. Three loud knocks, a long pause in between each... The room was silent once again.
Dipper sat up quietly and looked towards his sisters bed, Mabel was sound asleep, but Waddles was now awake, staring at the door and whimpering softly. Letting out a shaky breath, Dipper looked back to the door.
Knock... Knock... Knock...
Dipper's eyes widened and waddles scrambled off the bed and took cover underneath it. Dipper clutched his blanket and tugged it off, he opened his mouth a bit hesitantly and called out.
"G-Grunkle Stan?"
There was no answer, and the only sounds in the room were the soft whimpers of the pig and the shaky breathing of the boy. The boy swung his legs off the side of the bed and placed his bare feet onto the wooden ground. The ground was cold, stinging Dipper's feet, but it brought the boy out of his relaxed state and into one of caution. Standing up in the dark room the boy walked as quietly and as slowly as he could to the door. He stood in front of it, fear wafting of the boy in waves, palms sleek with sweat, and breath coming out on sharp soft gasps. He reached out a small hand to grab the door knob, but as soon as his hand was mere inches away from the knob, a rapid three knocks hit the door.
The boy drew his hand back in fright, a loud gasp escaping his throat in sudden fear, he held his breath. Only when the silence regained, did he breath again and in a sudden act of bravery, he grasped the door knob. He twisted the knob with baited breath and slowly opened it. The dark hallway greeted him with a scowl, shaking Dipper took a step out into the darkness and strained his ears and eyes. He looked around for someone, anyone, hoping that this was just a joke. But just as he turned his head towards the bathroom, he saw movement, just out of the corner of his eyes. He gasped once more and tore his head to the side and stared at the stairs. Moving as quickly and silently as possible he made his way down the stairs and into another hallway. He once again strained his ears and eyes and quietly cursed himself for not bringing a flashlight. He made his way towards the living room, passing the old grandfather clock along the way. As he approached the threshold of the living room the grandfather clock suddenly let out loud four loud clangs, it scared the boy so much that he let out a poorly suppressed yelp as he tripped, landing on his behind harshly.
Looking at the glass door of the grandfather clock with as much hatred as he could possibly muster the boy shook. His heart racing a mile a minute and breaths coming out in harsh gasps. Just as he was relaxing and his heart was slow in down he saw something in his reflection, something was standing behind him, it began to slink away. He turned, trying to catch a glimpse of it before it ran off, he only caught the edges of it's black mist before it disappeared into the room Soos had found a few weeks before. Dipper ran towards the room, not bothering to be quiet any longer, bare feet slapping against the hard wood. The door of the room slammed shut and Dipper skidded to a stop in front of it, he yanked, pulled, and twisted at the knob, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked. He stepped away from the door.
"Hello?!"
There was no answer, and after a few seconds of standing there he decided to leave, heart still racing. But as he turned he heard a small sound, he froze, turning to look at the door his gaze fell upon a worn out piece of paper. He picked it up and just as he was about to study it the hallway light flickered on.
"Kid?! What do you think your doing up at this time?!"
Grunkle Stan shouted rubbing his eyes. Dipper jumped, and shrieked turning around to face the older man, but he stumbled on his own feet. He fell onto the door, to his fast surprise it opened. He fell onto the dust floor with a loud thud, dust flying in his wake.
"Whoa kid are you alright?" Grunkle Stan said as he rushed to the boy.
Dipper didn't pay him any mind and jumped up, looking around the room with a curious, nervous expression.
"There was someone in the house Grunkle Stan."
