You wake up with a stiff neck on a horribly uncomfortable bed. You open your eyes slowly, rub the gunk out of the corners and sit up at the end of the bed. You can feel your neck and forehead have a thin layer of sweat on them, along with your shirt damp. You look around the room, it's incredibly dim. The only source of light is one dangling light bulb that would sometimes flicker on the other side of the room. The light hanging over a desk covered in papers. Along with a quiet radio playing a distorted version of Always and Forever. You get up and start walking over to the desk.

"Ow!" You said after walking into cell bars. You rubbed away the pain away from your face with one hand and use the other to feel the bars. "A cell?" You ask. "What the hell am I doing in a jail cell?" Your attention was drawn to someone walking in the room. They were wearing a long trench coat, and a hat that covered his face when he looked down. He looked like a detective from a cheesy cop B-movie. You couldn't get a good look at their face. You could see they were very tall, about 6'2". You push against the bars to see them as clearly as possible.

"Excuse me?" You said. The person was just going through papers at the desk. Flipping through what looked like a case file.

"EXCUSE me?" You called again. They put their hand on the volume nob of the radio, raising the noise to block you out. You become hostile to his rudeness.

"HEY!" You yelled over the noise of the radio.

"Shut it!" A deep, intimidating deep voice came from the man at the desk. He slammed the file in his hand closed and walked over towards you. He shined a bright flashlight in your eyes, blinding you for a second. "Is this you?" He pointed the flashlight towards the file. After gaining your eyesight, you read that the file had your basic information. Your name, height, weight, eye color, fingerprints, even a picture to go along with it. You stutter to answer the man. Speechless and confused of what to say.

"Is this you?!" The man asked more aggressively.

"Yes!" You didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes that's me.. but what am I in here for?" You ask. The man turns the flashlight off and puts the file back on his desk. He didn't say anything again. He was organizing his desk from papers and turned the radio off. "Stop ignoring me!" You blurted out.

The man stood under the light bulb facing away from you. "If you can't remember, that's your problem." The man said.

"Please whatever the reason is, you have the wrong person." You tried convincing him. "Whatever it may be I promise you I'm innocent!" You implored. The man kept walking away as if he heard nothing. "Hey!" You called.

"Quit your squirmin'." The man began. "By the time tomorrow you'll be dead anyhow. Putting punks like you on death role is what makes this job worth while." Your heart began to race as he said that. He turned off the bulb, leaving you in a dark room. The only source of light now is from the moon's glow from the window. You were still calling for the guard. Yelling your lungs out until they started to get sore. After a while, your throat got sore and gave up on calling anything anymore. You sat on your bed, crying from anger and confusion. Unsure of what you did the made you deserve death. You paced back and forth thinking of anything. Though you tried hard to find a solution, you became detracted from your hunger.

"Geez, I can hear my own stomach grumble." You patted your belly. even though you were hungry there was still a growling that filled the room. You looked behind you past the cell bars. Blood red eyes are staring at you from a pitch black darkness. You back up against the wall. Your breaths and heartbeat are the only things you can hear. You took one shaky breath. The beast jumped at you. He's held back from the prison cage as slobber is being sprayed in every direction. The beast struggling to get into the cell. The bars begin to bend and the beast is getting more and more aggressive. The beast broke in the cage charging at you. You dodged left just in time and slammed against the wall. You run out of the cell and try to exit the room. The door is lock. You run in circles around the office avoiding teeth and claws of the monster as evasively as you can. The beast slammed the desk to pieces. You felt something slide between your legs and hit your foot. You could barely see that the item was a handgun. You quickly pick it up and aim at the beast. The beast was staring at you again, waiting for you to move as you do the same. The beast charges at you again with a loud roar.

You start to shoot the beast until it falls. It slammed on the floor bleeding, screaming in pain. You put a bullet in the monster's head. Silencing it for good. You drop the gun and sit down on the floor. You try catching your breath, lowering your heart rate until you can think straight again. You stand up again, take in one more deep breath, and collect your thoughts.

"What the fuck is going on?" You ask yourself. You turn on the dim bulb to see the monster in a better light. Laying on the ground was what looked like a werewolf. In a pool of blood and slobber, it's bright eyes are clouded with no signs of life.

"I gotta get outta here." You said. Next to the wolf you found a fat, bloody envelope with your name on it. You open the envelope and find three things. A flip-phone, a wallet, and a set of keys. You turned on the flip-phone and search what it contains. The phone had 100% charge, but no contact, no text, nothing. You put the phone away and search the wallet. Inside the wallet was your driver's licence, $40, a business card of a local bus station, and a piece of paper with the numbers '8-23-10'. You're unsure of what to make of this, but you leave everything in the wallet and store it in your pocket. Lastly, the keys. The set of keys only had three on the ring. Two of them were bronze, one of them was smaller then the other. Though, the third key had a number dangling from it. The number read 407. None of these were bringing any memories, or explaining why you were in jail before. You place the keys in your pocket.

Before you were about to leave, you look at the werewolf again. Remembering the adrenaline running through your heart when you were attacked. You walked over to the handgun and pick it up once again. You check the clip, taking note of the how many shots you had left. There was eleven more shots left in the magazine. You looked around, but was only able to find two more bullets. Thirteen shots. You had, keys, a phone, $40, and thirteen shots to your name. You use the butt of the gun to break the door window and unlocked the door from the other side. You leave the detective's office, making you way outside. It was still badly dark. You could hear a car pulling up to the office. You make a break to the woods. Running as fast and far as you can. 'Don't look back' You keep thinking to yourself.

After running for five minutes through dark deep woods. You came across a road. To your left, there was a barren road that looked like it lead to nowhere. To your right, you saw a fairly big sign on the side of the road. It was too dark to read. You pull out your phone and use the flashlight feature. Shining a light to the sign, you take a few steps back.

The sign reads: 'Welcome to Gravity Falls'

A/N: I'll try to keep up with posting this story. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I really wanted to get this out in time for Halloween. I hope you enjoyed this incredibly short chapter enough to keep interest. Thank you for reading.