Stan sat in the comfortable recliner as Mabel walked walked past him. She froze.
Her brother no longer laid there healing.
"Grunkle Stan?"
"Hmm?"
"Where's Dipper?" Stan noticed the fear in her voice and answered:
"He just went outside for a walk, sweetie."
"Why?"
"He wanted to stretch his legs."
"How stupid! Someone should go after him before he pops his stitches!"
And the little girl left the old man baffled as she ran out the door.
Dipper stared at the old red book with absolute wonder. No. 3? How many are there!?
The six fingered hand freaked him out slightly, but he was more fascinated than anything.
Property of...
The page was ripped out, leaving only that fragment.
Six or seven pages were skipped until he came across a frightening warning.
I cannot believe that it has been six years since I began my research of this town. But now, terrifying images are ripping an image of horror into my mind. I write because you never know who is listening, of course. Remember with heeding, in Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust...
Dipper's breath caught in his throat and he froze.
A shrill yell shocked him out of his fear as turned to his twin, hoping his heart hadn't stopped.
"Whachya readin'?" she asked.
Clutching the book to his chest, he absently shook his head.
After all...
Until next time, lovelies!