"Hey, Dippy!" Twelve year old Mable Pines called out to her brother. She brushed back her brown locks behind her ears as she waved with her other hand. Her smile was laced with silver since she had gotten her braces a few weeks ago, making her smile just a bit shinier. At the moment she was wearing purple sleep shorts and a blue butterfly t-shirt.

Dipper stared at his sister, then at the floating blood and goo monster next to her. He let out a frustrated sigh as he walked over to the kitchen pantry and opened it. His hands thought about grabbing the hammer that their dad stashed in there, but he thought better of it and grabbed the broom. He let it drag behind him until he was behind his sister's chair at the table.

"Ya might wanna duck," he stated simply. His sister rolled her eyes and got under the table much to the displeasure of the creature, who turned its one eye towards Dipper in anger and annoyance. Dipper swung the broom at the little creature, hitting it square on its backside. At least that's all Dipper could call it, it was the slide that didn't have the eye. The creature growled at Dipper but then started quickly making its way to the door when Dipper brought the broom back up to hit it making the creature whimper pitifully as he made his way out.

"I told you already! Stay out you dirty litte-!" Dipper shouted at the creature as he finally got it out the door. The creature growled at him but was silenced by the broom being thrown at it with all of the twelve year-olds might. "My sister's not on the menu! That goes for you and all of the others! Spread the word!"

Dipper slammed the door, letting out a grunt of annoyance. That had been the tenth one this week. Not the worst week by a long shot, but it was still annoying. He looked at his sister, glad he had stopped the thing from getting to her. All it would have done would have been scaring her, but that's how they got more powerful. He did not need another category 15 loose on the streets. The one from the first day of him and his sister's gifts having been activated was bad enough.

"What was it?" Mable asked, knowing that since Dipper hasn't gone to get the broom yet it was, most likely gone. She was now back at her seat eating her oatmeal once again, which was laced with glitter and candy hearts. She looked like she'd just seen her brother smack at a fly, not a little monster, not that she'd seen the monster.

That was the thing about each other's gifts, neither could see what the other saw. Dipper could see monsters, creatures of the night, and the things that keep kids awake at night. Mable could see ghosts, poltergeist, and creatures they used to be human. The creatures that Mable could see that used to be humans, Dipper could see as well, but those were very, very rare.

"Category two, probably just made. No big whoop." He replied.

"Okie dokie!" She said before turning to the chair next to her. "... What? Oh, ok." Mable said to the empty air right beside her. "Hey, Dip, Claire says that she talked to Grandma Shermie again, she's sending gifts!"

"Wait, really?" Dipper asked. Sure, their grandmother sent gifts on their birthdays, but it wasn't anywhere near that. "How come? Our birthdays were a week or two ago, and she'd sent presents."

"Mmh... Ok... That's, what's the word?... Yeah! Vague. That's oddly vague for Gran." She said to what to anyone else looked like thin air. But, while Dipper couldn't see her, he knew she was speaking to Claire. While he'd never met her, Mable told him enough about her he felt like he'd known her all his life. Mable and Claire were inseparable. Claire was the only spirit that Mable would allow to come to school with her, as last the only one that didn't live there and that she would want to be at school with her. They'd play on the playground together, and do "magic" for the other kids outside. Making them float, reading their minds, hypnosis, stuff like that. All with the help of Claire of course. Claire could also talk to other ghosts too, like their grandmother.

"What was vague?" Dipper asked, his curiosity peaking.

"She said, 'You're going to need these gifts very soon. Something is coming.' And when Claire asked for more information, Gran wouldn't talk anymore!" Mable repeated. Dipper felt goosebumps crawl into his skin. That was not a typical grandma thing to say, it was vague and cryptic. Grandma was normally straight to the point and sweet, that was not either of those.

"Why?" Dipper asked, summing up all his questions. Mable just shrugged, obviously not knowing either.

Why?

{{A few hours later}}

"Kids?" Called Amanda Pines, a.k.a. the twins mother. She had been at work almost all day. She wished she had a better paying job. That way she wouldn't have to leave her kids home alone everyday. She knew how responsible they were, but it still made her worry. She entered the house, not hearing any response. Amanda walked wearily through her home.

"Kids?" She called again. "This is not funny. You're both going to be grounded if you don't come out right now!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHH!"

"DIPPER! MABLE!" Amanda screamed, rushing to the room that the scream seemed to come from. She grabbed the door knob, trying to turn it with all of her might. It was locked. That was against one of her rules, and her kids never broke her rules. She slammed her side against the door, the sound of splintering and cracking wood immediately followed. But the door still wouldn't open. "DIPPY! WHAT'S HAPPENING!"

"MOMMY!" She heard Mable cry out, followed by frantic shrieking. "DON'T LET HIM GET US! DON'T LET US GO TO SLEEP!"

"MAKE HIM STOP IT! HE WANTS TO KILL US! MOMMYYYYY!" Dipper cried out. Dipper never liked crying and he'd grown out of calling her mommy years ago. Someone or Something was trying to harm children, that was it's first mistake. The second? Well, that would be trying to harm her children.

"MOMMY WILL SAVE YOU! SWEETIES, COVER YOUR EARS!" Amanda commanded from her side of the door. Amanda slammed her body against the door some more, sending out curse words as she did. "I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE, BUT IF YOU'VE HURT MY CHILDREN! OH HO, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE AND ROT IN HELL!"

The door broke. Amanda rushed in in time to see a man in a white hoodie disappear before her eyes, screaming the words "GO TO SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!"

"What the fu- Fudge?" Remembering that her children were present. She stared at the now empty air, mouth agape not able to believe what she'd just seen. "That... That didn't just happen."

"Mommy... Why's Dipper sleeping?"

"Ah!" Amanda shouted before realizing where she was. She at home, in her bed, with no monsters killing her children. There was a shift in the covers before her husband, William, otherwise known as Will sat up next to her.

"Hey," he said, slowly sitting up. "Another nightmare?"

"Yes." Amanda admitted as she snuggled next to her husband. She searched for his hand for a moment, then found it. She intertwined her fingers with his for comfort.

"What was it this time?" He asked, putting one arm around his wife's hips.

"Jeff the killer."

"You really need to stop reading creepypastas."

{{the next morning}}

"Mable... Come on!" Dipper heard a voice call out. He tried to squeeze his eyes closed harder, but he knew the inevitable was upon him. He was awake. He let out a groan of irritation, rubbing his eyes to get the sand out of them. He brought his arms to his back to help pop it. He looked around him and his twin's room, still in that area between awareness and sleep. The sleep left him as soon as hee noticed a category eight or nine standing next to his twins bed talking to her. It had taken the form of a tween girl, trying to lure her way away with the promise of a new friend no doubt!

"Mable... I need you to get out off bed... Very slowly!" He shout whispered. He needed to get his twins attention, but he could not let the monster know he knew a danger was next to her.

"What?" Mable groggily asked him. She brought her hands up to rub the eye crust out of her eyes. She was obviously still sleepy. "What..." She let out a hearty yawn. "What are you talking about?"

"There's a category nine." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear him. Mable eyes grew wide, fear overtaking them. He didn't want her to be scared, but he needed her to be, category seven and up can potentially kill. "And it right beside you!"

"What?!" The monster shrieked. Dipper shrinked back in his bed covers, he was terrified. The monster looked terrified. And it could understand English and speak it?! It was a ten... Oh, God! It was a category eleven!

"Hey! Get away from my sister! If you lay one finger on her-!"

"Mable, come on! Let's get by Dipper!" The monster cried out trying to reach for Mable's hand. Mable took it. Dipper's eyes shrank, the beast had a physical grasp on his sister, that was all it needed to kill her. Dipper could only watch in horror, waiting for the beast to go in for the kill. Dipper waited, but nothing happened. They ran over to his side, Mable grabbing his hand and the monster just standing next to them with its back turned to them.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What kind of creature are you?!" He asked the creature. But she didn't look back at him. He could feel his cheeks heating up, he hated being ignored. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Why didn't you go in for the kill? You had a physical connection, but you didn't kill Mable, now you're just floating in front of me without even paying attention!"

"Where is it?" Mable asked, now curious about the odd behavior that Dipper was describing.

"Right there!" He said pointing to it. The girl creature turned around, a look of shock spreading across its face.

"Wait! It's on me?! Mable! Make Dopey get it off!" Cried the girl as she started visiting her hands all over her body, as if attempting to get some invisible bug larva off of her. Dipper stared at the girl in shock. What kind of creature was this? It wasn't scary, frightening, mean, greedy, or covered in blood.

"Dipper!" Mable cried, her voice filled with worry and fright. Dipper could only stare at the creature and try to ignore his sister. This wasn't a monster. It was a ghost... Dipper couldn't see gooey, well some ghost, but Mable couldn't even see them! Not only was it a ghost it was one he'd grown up with his entire life, but had never seen before.

Now that he could see her... She was, in the words of his sister, Meow wow! She was the prettiest girl he'd seen it ever! Dipper could only stare, mouth slightly open. His breath hitched when she opened her eyes. Oh, God those eyes! They were literally breath taking. He just picture himself running his fingers through her hair and staring into this eyes while doing it.

She's dead.

Dipper finally woke up from his trance like state. The sudden realization hit him hard, almost knocking the breath out of him. He was crushing on a dead girl. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his mind of his sudden attraction to the gorgeous, gentle, really really- No! Bad brain! Bad!

"Mable... I was wrong," Dipper started, looking away from the ghost and at his sister who was still sitting next to him on the bed. "There's no category ten in our room." Mable had a look of relief spread across face as she let out a small sigh. "But something's happened that equally, if not more, scary."

"What?!" Claire screamed the same time as Mable.

"I can see Claire."

"What." Claire dead panned.