Entry 003:

I was floating around in an empty void of darkness. Suddenly, a dim, blue light was shining a few yards away from me. I didn't know if I should back away or move towards it. The light inched towards me, until it was shining above my head. I froze, trembling slightly from fear. I stayed like that for quite a while, until a voice spoke.

"Ummm...h-hi?''

I slowly lifted my head to see who was whispering above me. There was nobody. At this point in time, I was terrified and I decided it was a good time to float away.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry if I s-scared you. C-come back, please!"

Nope, nope, nope, barrels of nope. Not trusting the creepy voice! Every time I got away from the blue beam of light, it would find me again and again. You could say it was a weird game of cat and mouse. After multiple chasings, the light disappeared. I couldn't see through the darkness anymore.

'' ... I h-hope we can m-meet again..."

"LEAVE. ME. ALONE!"

I laid in my bed, trying to get a hold of myself. My heart was racing and I was still trembling. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Pacifica hovering next to me. With a Sharpie in her hand.

"...Do you have a problem with mustaches?"

We just stare at each other for a while, until it turns into a staring contest. After five minutes, I blink. "Yuss, VICTORY!" Pacifica cheered.

I flopped back into my bed, throwing my pillow onto my face. I was starting to regret rooming with Pacifica.

"You okay, G? Was it the clowns?"

"Y-yeah." I lied.

I had no idea what that dream was. It felt so real, like I was present in nothingness. I wanted to forget about it, but so many questions were swarming in my head. Until I can piece together what in the world that dream was about, I'm not going to say a word to P. This all just gave me a bad feeling in my stomach, really. But the funny thing in the end is that it could only be a dream and nothing more than that.

"Well, you'll have time to forget about the clowns while I show you around town today."

I nodded my head. But I just remembered something.

"P, why did you ask me if I had a problem with mustaches?"

She froze next to the door, and then ran out quickly. "Yeah, meet you downstairs for breakfast!'' I sat up again, and moved slowly to P's side of the room. I picked up one of her mirrors and looked at my face. I bore a handlebar mustache and on my forehead, there was a message. "This is payback for clicking your bright flash light last night :P''

I sighed, and started to gather my usually outfit to change into. It took most of my time to scrub the Sharpie off of my face but it left my forehead a bit red. I bent my hat lower, hoping that will hide it. The last thing I want is somebody calling me a baboon face or something.

I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. There was really nothing to eat in the fridge, only some things for dinner and Freezy Pops. P was by the door with a popsicle in her mouth, ushering me to hurry up. She was already out of her pajama sweater and into her colorful 90s' attire. ''Now, onwards!"

For the rest of the day, we traveled through the town, running into town's people and checking out the places. Gravity Falls seems more rustic than Piedmont and ultimately like a different world. Everyone seemed to be friendly, but I still had this churning feeling in my stomach.

P had plans to meet up with her friends today, so she invited them to come and join us. We met up with them at Greasy's Diner and they were all okay...except for their constant squealing. Before they even introduced themselves, they were going on about boy bands with Pacifica and which was their favorite. After an hour that felt like forever, we all split the pay and started to leave. I was partially glad it was over, but I was hoping not to feel like a fourth wheel here. As I got out of my booth, I landed on the floor.

"Oww."

I was elbowed in the head by somebody. When I looked up, I saw this guy who looked a few years older than me. He wore a blue sweater vest and a top hat, even though it was summer, and had blue highlights in his hair. He stood next to me like a statue. A second later, I'm up again and he's gone.

I get out of the diner and P and her friends were waiting for me. "What took you so long?" Tiffany asks. I make something up quick, that I couldn't find the restroom and all. I don't want P's friends to think I'm some crazy nut.

The day went by fast yet droned on for some parts of the day. I found a time slot where I can write in the journal. P usually hangs out with her friends before dinner, so it's better than to wake up to a Sharpie'd face in the morning.

Gravity Falls feels luring but out of place. All I have left to ask is who was that guy, what was that dream? And why did Pacifica want me to come here? Three small questions turn into more as I am writing. I am looking forward to sleep after a long day of walking and fooling around, but I am worried if I will have that same dream.

Entry 008:

I've been at Gravity Falls for a week. Nothing eventful has really happened for the past few days. P and I have been hanging out more in town, rolling down hills, and finding things to do. Honestly, Gravity Falls gets a bit predictable after a while.

I haven't had that weird dream or seen that strange person since last time. I've con

vinced myself that it was me seeing things that weren't there, out of poor rest the night before. It seems like a logical answer, but it's difficult not to second guess it.

"We'll be right back to our program after the following messages."

"Boo, no one likes commercials!'' P groaned. She threw a bit of popcorn at the T.V., but she missed.

"Are you tired of the same routine everyday? Do you want something great added to your life? Are all of these questions vaguely relevant to you? Well, step right down to The Tent of Telepathy today, and be amazed by our Gleeful Twins! The Tent of Telepathy, where dreams can become a realit-''

P hurled a telemarketer book at the television. "Those commercials...pointless, right?" She laughed nervously. The book knocked down the T.V.'s antenna onto the floor. The room was quiet, except for the static that was on the screen.

"What the heck was that about?!"

"What are you talking about? Everything is handy dandy okay!"

"Then why are we yelling at each other!?"

"I don't know, why are we?!"

I sighed. Again, I would have to be the more mature one in this argument. I didn't want the adults to come in and yell at us for yelling. "Look, you didn't seem so thrilled when that commercial came on. And you didn't even take me there, even when you had claimed you would show me all around Gravity Falls!" I protested.

"Fine, we'll go there tomorrow. In this town, there are some places that you're better not going to." She wouldn't make any eye contact with me. Yep, she is really upset. I nod to her, and start to head upstairs. "I'm gonna hit the hay early." I yelled from the top of the stairs. She didn't answer, but at the moment, I was a bit too annoyed to care.

Pacifica can be unreasonable at times and it's hard to look past. This will probably blow over before tomorrow. I hope.

"You idiot, you were seen!?"

"I-I'm v-very sorry."

"Sorry doesn't help your failure, you piece of shit."

"For now, you're on probation. Another slip up from you could ruin everything!"

"But we could use this as an opportunity to lure them in, if we play our cards correctly."

"Brother, I have the perfect plan.''

The suspense intensifies! Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. *Heads back to corner, continues to write and thinks about how it is to have a life*