Curse of the Pines

by PowerOfMabel

Mason had always been a lonely child. No siblings, no mother and a deadbeat father. In the summer of 2020 he finally gets his own place as far away from his old life as possible- the remote town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. He expected to study in quiet solitude for a few years before moving on. Instead he finds himself caught in a paranormal conspiracy tied deeply to his family.

1. Epilogue

Ink. Blood. Patterns on the pages, patterns in the trees. Patterns everywhere.

I haven't got much time. I am certain now that he is following my every movement. Can invisible ink even stop him? Could be tracing the movements of my hand as I write, could have UV vision…blind. I was so blind!

Watching, always watching. In the windows, in my pocket. Got rid of all my money. Don't go into town, any one of them could be yellow, yellow, yellow.

One way or another, this will be my final entry. If all goes well, tomorrow this journal will be safely hidden away in some godforsaken corner of the world. It…will be the first time seeing himin ten years.

Don't trust him! Don't trust him!

F was right. That old crone was right. I should have listened, but no, I had to take a gamble!

The crossroads. The ring. The lightning struck tower. A choice, A choice. You chose wrong!

I had another dream last night…a vision. My mistakes will forever stain our family…a curse passed down to all who share my blood. Not that we were ever a particularly illustrious lot. Liars, cheats and freaks. Strange as it sounds…that's why it has to be him.

Hey, what's the word Sixer?

I've been keeping tabs. A hundred different faces for a hundred different crimes. And now, he's not just a criminal but a cursed criminal, not that he knows it yet. But he will. Logically, he should be the last person I trust.

Trust no-one!

But he's still family. I have to try.

He'll betray you.

…I went to a church today. I'd never been to one before. It's a lot different from a synagogue, but it has the same atmosphere. I suppose all such buildings do.

And who can blame him? You threw the first stone.

I haven't been religious for a long time. It seems so long ago. Is it really only ten years?

You abandoned him.

It's not that I don't believe. After all I've seen, the possibility of a higher, divine being isn't unreasonable. It's more that…I don't have faith anymore. In the world. In myself.

4-6-3-5-4 10-9 9-10-19

I can only hope that whatever or whoever is up there has mercy.

YROO XRKSVI GIRZMTOV

This is S Pines, signing off.

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