The bus was filled with people, including me and my twin brother, Mason.

We just finished our final week of College, and our parents have decided to send us off to live with our Great Aunt Sam until the semester starts up again.

She lives in a place called Gravity Falls, far our into the Country side, where a lot of tourists visited.

Of course, the town was pretty old fashioned, but from what I've seen from my research on where we'll be staying, it looks like a nice little town.

Mason, slept soundly on my shoulder, his hair was still a little wet from the rain, but it stopped not too long ago.

I looked at the passing land, and rested my head on top of my twins, my music player had died two hours ago, and we had three more hours left of bus time.

While my older twin could sleep soundly on trips, I couldn't. Although it's probably my fault this time, because I spent most of last night reading some creepy stories that took place on buses.

"Kinda wish you weren't sleeping on my arm Mas… Then I could grab my book bag and read something." I sighed, and looked down at the bag that was just, out of my reach.

Mason, mumbled something about glitter in his sleep, and went back to lightly snoring "I swear if you're drooling on me… I'm hiding your knitting needles." I nudged him lightly.

Mason, went to College for fashion and design, while I was more into the Historian field, and I hope to become a History Major.

The two of us are polar opposites, with Mason's unique style of clothing, wearing bright colours and always making new clothes, often sweater vests that he liked to wear, I wore more casual clothes that I could sleep in if I wanted to.

He was also really social and vowed to find the perfect model to make clothing with, while I was a little shyer, and preferred reading than going out to the mall, which Mason often dragged me too.

Our parents said it was because we were opposites that we got along so well, and I think that could be part of it.

There's a legend about twins that I love, where it says we were once the same soul that split into two different ones, each on carrying half of the original personality.

So, Mason and I, or any pair of twins, were once the same person, that split into two different personalities.

It makes sense, I mean… More often than not Mason and I don't even need to talk to each other to know what the other is saying.

He really is my other half, I can't picture not having Mason with me, and we've never been apart either.

Mom said when we were little, and they tried to separate us, like, going in with one parent to get needles, we'd freak out and cry until we were reunited.

Two halves of a whole, that need each other.

Although, that's not always the case, I mean, we've had sleepovers at different houses, Masons had a few girlfriends and gone on dates and trips with them.

"Dipper…" Mason yawned and rubbed his eyes "I just had a fabulous dream. Full of glitter and rhinestones." Dipper, a nickname I got due to the freckles on my right arm forming the Big Dipper.

"Oh really?" I looked at him, and grabbed my book bag, taking out my book and handing him the sketch book and pencil case inside it "Fashion idea?" he took it "Oh you know me so well!" he opened it to a new page and started to draw.

"What kind of outfit is it?" "A dress." He smiled "And the colours blended really nicely too." I opened my book up to where I left off and started reading again.

The rest of the trip, was spent with Mason either asking for my opinion, or asking me questions about my book.

"Gravity Falls, our last stop, Gravity Falls." The driver said, and I closed my book "That's us Mas." We stood up and grabbed our bags, thanking the bus driver for the ride and hoped off.

Mason, stretched out and put his hands on his hips "Wow~! This place has some character!" I looked at the building…

"Mason, it's falling apart." "Character!" he grabbed his bags, and my hand, before heading to the doors.

He knocked on the door "Ready to start our lives here?" he asked, and I shrugged "As I'll ever be."

The doors opened, and an elderly woman opened the door "Hm? Oh, it's just you two." She moved aside to let us in "You'll be rooming on the top floor, hope you like sharing a bedroom." She walked into the TV area.

"Was… That a hello?" I tugged lightly on Masons arm, and he shrugged "I think so." He looked around before leading me to the stairs "Up here." We walked quietly up the stairs, and found our shared room easily.

However…

"Mason…" "Yes?" "You see the goat too… right?" "Yes." He set his bags down and walked up to it, "Hello goat." He held out his hand, and it nuzzled up to him "She likes me!" "She's eating your sweater vest." "She likes my fashion!" he grinned widely "I'm keeping her, and her name is Gertrude." "Gertrude?" I set my bags down on the opposite bed, "Gerty for short." He shrugged "I think it's a perfect name for a goat."

"Aren't you just amazing with names." I rolled my eyes playfully, and he let out a dramatic sigh "Name a fish Sir Luis Von Smithers the third one time, and it'll come back to haunt you forever." "Actually I was talking about your pet rock Mountain. But that too." I sat on my bed.

Gertrude, let out a goat noise, before leaving the room.

Mason, started unpacking right away, and I followed suit, but I set my books on my bed "Where am I going to put these…?" "I could, build you a shelf." A voice came from behind us, and we spun around "Hey! I'm Suzie, but everyone just calls me Suz!" the woman smiled at us.

"Ah… Hello." I smiled at her "Hey there!" Mason waved.

"So you two are the Pine Twins huh?" she asked, walking up to us, and we nodded "I'm Dipper." "And I'm Mason!" Mason threw his arm around my shoulder "Our parents have sent us here to stay with Grant Sam until our next College semester starts up." Suz nodded "I heard all about it from Miss. Pines."

"Miss. Pines?" I repeated, looking at my twin, who shrugged "Right, sorry! I work for your Great Aunt here at the Shack." Suz laughed "There's another worker here named Wesley, but you'll meet him tomorrow." "What kind of person is Wesley?" Mason and I asked at the same time.

"Lazy, talks all the time to his friends on the phone, and can't do anything that involved his job." Grant Sam walked into the room.

"I need you two to help out around the Shack got it?" she asked, and we nodded "Sure thing!" "Sounds good to me." Mason and I spoke different replies at the same time.

Grant Sam, had silver white hair and dull grey eyes, her skin was kinda wrinkled from age, but she wore a beige cardigan, with a white tank top and green stripped pajama pants, with her slippers.

Suz, had hazel coloured hair and dark brown eyes, she was more rounded than I was, and wore a lilac shirt, that hung off one shoulder, and had loose sleeves, and that cute string under the chest area, she had tan shorts on, showing a bandage on her knee and she wore moccasins.

She tied her hair up in a ponytail, and I could see her bracelets clearly now, on her left wrist she had three golden bands, and a simple beaded bracelet on her right wrist.

"Well, lemme get a look at making you a shelf for your books!" Suz walked past me towards my bed, and tested the wall in a few places "The best part would be hear, give me a few minutes and I'll have it done for you!" she grinned at me.

I nodded "Would you like any help?" I asked, watching her go, she shook her head "Nope! I'm really good at things like this! I'm kinda the handyman around here." She playfully shrugged her shoulders "So you two just get comfortable."

Grant Sam, sighed "Right… Why don't you two go for a walk? Town isn't too far from here." And left us in the room.

"Well, let's go explore!" Mason pulled me out of the Shack, and into the woods "I'm sure there's going to be all sorts of wild animals here!" "Mason we're in a forest." "Let's go on a wild animal hunt!" "There's a deer right there." "WILD ANIMAL HUNT!" he grinned widely and refused to stop pulling me along after him.

"And you're the older one?" I sighed, but kept up with his pace easily.

A few minutes into the forest, and he was looking closely at a butterfly "Hm… The colours are lovely… Dip, you think I could use this in a design?" "Oh probably." I rested against a tree.

"Ow…" I rubbed my back where I hit the tree, it was… much harder than a tree should be. Curiously, I pushed against where I hit my back and, it was cold to the touch.

"What the…" I moved my fingertips around the tree, till I felt an opening of sorts, and carefully hooked my finger inside it.

Pulling lightly, I slowly opened hidden compartment that, held a lever?

I looked over my shoulder, too spot Mason still inside his own little world, taking a deep breath, I pulled down the lever.

A low rumble caught my attention, and I followed it, too…

A hole in the ground?

Kneeling down, I reach into the hole, and felt something hard.

I moved my hand around it more, trying to get some kind of idea on what I was touching, it felt like…

"A… Book?" I pulled it into view.

It was dusty and old, defiantly hasn't been touched in over a decade.

"No wait… This… This is a Journal."