Entry 1
11/02/1992
I have just begun to keep a diary. Never before have I felt the need, but now, strange and deeply disturbing things have been happening to me. With no close relatives or friends to trust with this information, I must turn to this book.
It all began only the day before. I was out shoveling snow off the roof of my car when, suddenly, all gravity seemed to stop. The snow, the car, everything - including me - rose several feet off the ground. And then, just as quickly as the terrifying phenominon began, it ended, dropping me and all else to the ground. I am scraped, bruised, and perhaps badly traumatized. What does it mean? Was it a near alien abduction? Or was it something else - something even worse? What that might mean, I do not know.
Pouring my troubles into this diary just does not feel like enough. I need real help, not a book- but who can I turn to without being sent to a mental institution? Who would know about what happened to me yesterday? Gravity Falls is a small, sleepy town, full of sleepy, small-town folk. There is surely no one out there who could help me without myself falling into a facility for the psychotic.
Right?
GIFHG ML LMV
