A light flashed and the group stared in horror as a shape appeared before them. He was back. And everything that the journal had said was true.

He floated above them, gazing down with a vengeful expression. Stan took a step forward to shield his family.

This couldn't be happening...

Earlier that Summer...

Dipper threw the Frisbee with such force it nearly knocked Bill over. Bill smiled and tried to pass it back but it swerved and hit Soos square in the head.

"Sorry Soos!" Bill exclaimed.

He rushed over to see if he was okay, but the handy man just smiled, gave a thumbs up, and tossed the Frisbee to Dipper.

Stan stepped out on the porch.

"Dinner! Come and get it or I'm giving it to the pig!" Stan called.

Everyone rushed into the Mystery Shack. Mabel was already at the table by the time Soos, Bill, and Dipper made it to the kitchen.

Waddles approached the table and squealed expectantly.

"Sorry Waddles! No spaghetti for you tonight!" Mabel laughed.

Dinner was peaceful and fun as usual. A year in his human body, and Bill was finally getting used to it. A stranger would be unable to see any difference between he and the others.

Stan looked across the table and frowned.

"Did I forget to put the Pitt Cola on the table? Bill, go grab some. There's an unopened bottle in the pantry." He said.

Bill saluted and headed for the pantry. As he walked in, he paused at a squeaky floorboard. Odd. He knew this house top to bottom. There'd never been a squeaky floorboard here. He bounced on it, testing its stability when it snapped out from underneath him. Bill gasped and stumbled backwards into the counter.

He glanced down at the hole he'd put in the floor. Maybe if he covered it up, Stan wouldn't notice. He leaned over to inspect the hole and his eyes widened. Not that was something he didn't expect to find...

"Pinetree! Mabel! Stan! Question Mark! Come quick!" Bill's shout came from the kitchen.

Dipper sighed. If Bill was calling them in to watch him hop on one foot again...

But Bill's shrieks told a different story. They all hurried in to find swinging a book at an owl that had flown through the window. Bill looked oddly frightened as he shoved the bird back outside the window, slammed the window shut, and closed the shutters.

Bill looked frantic. His golden hair was ruffled, and the owl had scratched his face up.

"What the heck was that all about? You called us in here to watch you pick a fight with an owl?" Dipper demanded.

"N-no." Bill stammered. "Look."

Bill passed the book to Dipper and he gasped. The book was bound with burgundy with a golden six fingered hand on the front. There were claw marks across the cover, but Dipper could clearly see a number 4 scrawled on the front...