Chapter 1

Dipper was sitting in the living-room with the third journal in the one hand, a black-light in the other and struggled the tiredness, that had build itself up during to the lack of sleep the last week. The clock was 11 pm, but she couldn't go to sleep yet. Not before she knew exactly, what it was in their room, that was haunting her in the night. But she had reread the journals countless times and none of the ghost, Great uncle Ford had faced, matched what she was up against. She felt her eyelids get heavier. No! She couldn't go to sleep. She couldn't go up there. Not when Mabel wasn't there. Mabel and Grunkle Stan were at some ducktective show. Dipper hadn't wanted to go, simply because she was to tired, and because she had to figure this out, but now she really wished, that she had joined her sister and gruncle. She didn't dare to sleep up there, when she was alone. It had only gotten worse the last couple of days, and she feared the next step, the ghost would take. For some reason her sister hadn't met any of the troubles, she had in the night. But maybe it was just a matter of time? Maybe it would also target Mabel? She had to stop it before that would happen! She had… to focus… not sleep… read! Read…! She was so sleepy… no she had to…!

Suddenly she felt a hand on her should, and heard a voice whisper: "Dipper?" His sudden presence made her jump up with a scream, as the journal and black light flew up in the air.

"Calm down, Dipper, just it's me," he said trying to stay calm himself.

"Gr..great uncle Ford," she breathed. "I..I'm sorry. You startle me."

"Yes, apparently I did," he mumbled. "Can I ask why haven't you gone to bed jet?"

"I…" she hesitated. Part of her had an idea, that Ford would laugh at her, just like Mabel and Stan had done, when she had mentioned it to them, and say, that she had been here for to long. "I wanted to wait up for Mabel. She probably wants to tell me all about the show, when she comes home."

"Yes, but I don't think they will be back before 2 am."

"Well… I'll just watch some TV until then." She reached for the remote, but Ford was faster and grabbed it, before she could.

"Dipper? Is there anything you'd like to talk to me about?" He almost sounded… concerned?

"Why would you ask that?" she asked slowly.

"Well you have reread the journals plenty of times, like you are looking for something, you don't seem to get much sleep… And Mabel mentioned, that there was something I should talk to you about. Something about a device that can make nightmares go away?"

Dipper sighted. Of course Mabel had told great uncle Ford about it. She had told her not to, but of course she would do it anyway! Mabel had yesterday suggested, that she should talk to Ford about it, but Dipper had instantly, said that she shouldn't. And that Mabel shouldn't mention it to him! The last thing she wanted, was Ford to think that she had lost her mind, or was too weak to stand the weirdness of the town, and wouldn't dare to show her, any of his research anymore.

"Dipper?"

She sighed. Yet there was part of her, which also wanted to talk to someone who possibly wouldn't make fun of her… "You promise, that you won't laugh?"

"Of course." He sat down on the scull besides the armchair. Well so far so good…

"I… I think, there is something haunting the attic. It started at couple of days ago, where I heard something whispering, or rather snarling at me, shortly after that I went to bed. I thought that it was just a dream, because Mabel didn't hear anything. But the next night, I woke up, by my duvet literally getting ripped of me. Another night I was almost sure that someone or something was lying on the top of me, but I couldn't see anything. Just feel it…. Mabel has tried to convince me that I have just had some nightmares. I was almost convinced until last night. I woke up hovering 5 feet over my bed, Ford! I... I screamed, an then I saw, someone standing by my bed… it just looked at me and snarled, before I fell down, landed on the bed and then the floor…" it was the pain from the landing, and distance from the bed, that had assured her that it hadn't been a dream.

She looked at him, but to her surprise, she wasn't met by mockery or any signs of him thinking, that she had gone crazy. Stanford's gaze was filled with anger and horror.

"Dipper, this is very important: do you remember, what she said to you?"

"Well, the first nights it was something like: `Get out of my bed.´ and `How dare you to be in my bed?´ and last night it was something like: `This is what you get for thinking that you can take my bed!´"

"Oh God… no, no, no! How could I forget about her?!"

"`Her´? Great uncle Ford do you know, what it is?" she looked down at the journal, that was lying at her feet.

"I'm afraid, that I do, Dipper, but you won't find anything about her in my journals."

"Why not? I mean, you wrote about all the other ghosts?"

"Because I… met her, before I started to write the journals. And it's not a ghost, Dipper. It's a demon!"

"A demon?!" she almost yelled, jumping from the chair breathing heavily and clutching her head. Holy shit. Holy shit! There was a freaking demon haunting the attic! "Oh my God, what do we do?!"

Ford looked at her, a bit surprised of her reaction. She had dealt with, and defeated Bill twice. Why was she so afraid of this one? "Don't worry. I may have forgotten about her, but that doesn't mean, that I didn't prepare for her return. Come along!" He quickly left the living room, and Dipper followed him down to the basement behind the vending machine. Ford immediately started to look for the gun, he made so many years ago and the machine, that could detect the demonic power. Luckily no of them were broken, when he found them.

"This should be enough to stop her!" he said and turned on the detecting machine.

"Great uncle Ford… You keep saying `her´, like you know her personally?" Dipper asked carefully.

"I do, Dipper," he signed. He wasn't sure, that he should tell her this, but part of him felt like, she had the right to know about it. And they had agree on, that they would keep no more secrets from each other.

He pulled out a chair, sat down and signed Dipper to do the same. "You see… Bill isn't the only demon, I have made mistakes with… A couple of mounts after that I moved here, a young woman knock on my door. It was a cold and rainy night, so I let her in, gave her something to eat and let her sleep in the attic. Her name was Ursula, and she seemed like at nice woman, but something about her felt… odd. At first I thought, that she just wanted to stay for the night, but she stayed for days. After a week I asked her, if there were anywhere she would like me to take her. She answered: `yes, on the bed´ eeeehhhhh…" Ford could have swallowed his own tongue, as he realized that he had overstepped.

Dipper's eyes widened. She would never have expected her great uncle Stanford to share that kind of personal information.

"That means, eeerrrmmm…" Ford was struggling to find at proper way to explain the subject to his young niece, but before his mind could find anything suiting, Dipper said: "Erh Ford? It's okay, I do know what sex is."

"Oh erh, alright then..?" That did make it a little easier. "So you slept with her," Dipper said, trying not to sound or feel uncomfortable. She surely didn't like the thought, but she told herself, that she didn't have anything to say, about what her uncle decided to do.

"No! As I said, there was something about her, that seemed odd, so I refused. We ended having a fight about it… And then she shoved her true face. A furious beast that swore to return some day, and get what she wanted. In her bed… your bed…"

Dipper just starred at him, before she finally said: "So let me get this straight: this demon, Ursula, is mad at me, because I'm sleeping in the same bed, as you refused to share with her forty years ago?!"

"Yes." He actually couldn't find a better way to explain it himself.

"Seriously?! If she wants that damn bed that much, then she can have it! I'll be happy to pay for a new one, if it means that I can get some sleep!"

"I'm afraid it's about more than just the bed, Dipper," Ford signed. Dippers eyes met his and suddenly she realized, what he meant.

"She wants you too…"

Stanford just nodded. Dipper understood the situation far to well for her young age. Which meant, that she also understood, that she was being haunted by the demon, because of him. "I made some research after that night, and I discovered, that Ursula isn't just any demon. Her kind feed of souls, they steal from their victims during intercourse."

"Oh man..." Dipper mumbled, as she realized how serious the situation actually was.

Ford stood up. "Come on, Dipper. I promise that after to night, you will no longer be paying for my mistakes!"

Dipper followed him into the elevator. Part of her was happy to get rid of, what had kept her awake the last couple of nights, but another part was terrified of going up there again. But she knew, that they had to do it. And that it would be best to do it, before Stan and Mabel came home. Besides; when Ford was there, how bad could it get?

Way to quickly, they were standing behind the closed door to the attic. "Just stay behind me, Dipper," Ford said quietly. He was carrying the detecting machine in the one hand and the gun in his belt. Carefully he opened the door and they interred the attic. It was pretty messy, but what can you expect from to thirteen-year olds? Dipper tried hard, not to show how uncomfortable she actually was feeling.

"Where did you see her, Dipper?" Ford asked.

"Right there." Dipper pointed at the spot beside her bed, right beside her pillow. Ford kneeled down by it, and pointed the machine at it. She had undoubtedly been here.

Dipper watched her gruncle, when she suddenly felt her cap get lifter of her head! "G..Grunkel Ford," she whispered, not daring to move. Ford looked up eyes widening, as he saw the hair elastic, that held Dippers brown hair collected in the ponytail, getting pulled down by something invisible and her hair spread.

"Stand completely still," Ford said quietly, reaching for the gun, as the stood up and slowly walked to stand on her side, aiming for Ursula.

"You think your hair is sooo pretty, don't, you?" Dipper heard the voice whisper. "You think it's much better than mine, don't you?"

"N.. no," Dipper whispered.

"Lair!" she yelled. Dipper felt the hand grab most of the hair and pull her back through the room, at the same time, she heard the beam from the gun fire. She screamed in pain from her head, the back that was slammed against the wall and the burning sensation, she felt in her right upper arm. She wanted to reach for it, but some kind if force had pined her to the wall, and the only thing she could move was her head.

Dipper couldn't see her, but she new Ursula was right in front of her, already before she started yelling at her: "You think, that you are better than me, do you? You thing you got any right to be here, do YOOOOUUUUU?!" Dipper quickly closed her eyes, turned her head away and screamed in horror.

"Ursula!" Stanford yelled. He was pointing the gun in the direction, of where Dipper was pinned, but he didn't dare to fire it. Not after realizing that he hadn't hid the demon at all, but his own great niece. The blood was running from the wound and down her arm. "Show yourself!"

"Well, Fordsy. It has been a long time, hasn't it?" The voice was suddenly all soft and seductive. A woman became visible, but instead of some scary old witch, with greasy hair, as Dipper had imagined, Ursula was young, with black hair, beautiful eyes and red lips. Dipper guest that it must have been this form, she had used to fool Stanford. "Not quit the gun I was expecting you to point at me, but I guest that can be changed," she chuckled.

"Oh come on, man, that is discussing!" Dipper snarled. She immediately felt what ever was holding her, tighten around her body, and she felt a strong pain in her stomach and legs, as she gasped for air. All right do not insult the demon, that has you pined against the wall!

"Release her at once!" Stanford yelled. His finger was on the trigger.

"Oh no, that's not how we play," Ursula purred, waving her index finger towards him. "You are going to play by my rules, Fordsy. Drop the gun."

When Ford didn't cooperation, Ursula placed her hand on Dippers throat. Dipper opened her mouth out gasping for air.

"Stop it!" Ford yelled. The only thing, keeping him from pulling the trigger, was his fear of hiding Dipper again.

"Then drop the gun!" Ford growled, before he let the gun fall to the floor. Ursula let go of Dipper, who immediately inhaled as much air as possible and coughed.

"You really must care about her," Ursula snarled. "Is that why you gave her my bed?"

"What? No!" Ford answered realizing what Ursula was implying. "Get out of my house, Ursula. You have nothing to do here!"

Ursula floated towards him, until her face was a few inches from his. "You know what to do, to make me leave, Fordsy."

"That's out of the question!"

Suddenly the beautiful woman had disappeared and was replaced, with what Dipper had imagined she would look like. "Fine!" she yelled at Ford, before making him fly into the wall behind him, knocking him halfway unconscious.

"Great uncle Ford!" Dipper yelled.

Ursula turned to her. "Then I'll take the next best ting."

"W..what?" Dipper exclaimed. "I came here for a Pines soul, so that's what I'm going to take, one way or anther!" She pressed a hand on the wall on each side of Dippers shoulders.

"But you can't," Dipper whimpered. "I'm a girl!"

"So young and innocent. My dear child, where there is a will, there is a way." She looked down. Dipper followed her gaze and the sight of the bugle between the legs of the demon, which met her, made her scream in horror. The demon smiled, as she placed her right hand in front of Dippers chest. One by one the buttons started to jump of her blue cardigan from the top and down.

"No please! Leave my alone!" Dipper cried out.

Ford clutched his head, trying to get up, just as Dipper screamed again. All her bottoms in the cardigan had been ripped of by now, showing her read t-shirt, and Ursula was going for the one in her shorts.

"Stop!" he yelled right before she could undo the bottom. Ursula turned her face towards him. "It is me you want, Ursula, not her!"

"You are right, Fordsy," she grinned, as she once again hovered against him. "Are you willing?"

Ford looked briefly at Dipper. She seemed so small and vulnerable at this point. "Only if you promise, to let Dipper go and never go near her or anyone in my family again!"

"Deal."

"What?! Ford no!" Dipper yelled. "You can't let her take your soul!"

"Quiet!" Ursula snarled. The force, that had pinned her to the wall until now, suddenly disappeared, and she felt face first to the floor. She looked up, as Ursula pushed Ford trent coat of his shoulders and it landed on the floor. "No, Gruncle Ford please, there has got to another way!" Dipper yelled. She looked desperately at him, looking for him making one of the signings, they had agreed on meant: "Trust me, I have got a plan" but there was nothing. Only the defeat in his eyes.

"There isn't!" Ursula snarled, sending a wave of the stuff, which were lying, on the floor towards her. Dipper covered her head with her arms as the stuff rolled over her.

"Leave!"

"You should go, Dipper," Ford said quietly. He didn't look at her - he couldn't.

Ursula grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed with herself following on the top.

No, no, no she couldn't let this happen! She couldn't let this damn demon do this to her uncle! But how should she stop it? She was just a kid. She didn't stand at chance against a demon. She couldn't even stand up as much as her legs still hurt. She wished, that Stan and Mabel would be home soon… but then again what could they do? Sure gruncle Stan was stronger than her, but that wouldn't do any difference. Suddenly she noticed an item, that had landed not to far from her left. Carefully she started to reach for it.


All right guys I decided to change, the name, from Lucy to Dipper, since I felt like the whole Lucy-thing was to far from the original story.