Her scream was very high pitched, and it grew as it got closer. Mabel's form could soon be seen rushing out of the trees. She panted heavily once out. Dipper did not know how deep she went into the woods before she was afflicted with fear. But he could see it in her eyes as she came to him, something inside her was shaken, her arms coming around him like a vice. Dipper smiled, patting her back awkwardly.
"So, I'm guessing it was pretty scary huh Mabel?" He said sarcastically.
She squeezed him tighter. "That was like being in a dark alley full of things that eat away at your rainbows." She mumbled into his chest, her face buried inside his shirt
Dipper looked down at her, a little confused, as he contemplated her description.
"I guess?"
She looked up at him "And you start to feel icky." she said scrunching her nose. "And smelly. And then you smell your smell." She returned to his shirt, and in a haunted whisper she said, "And you become that smell."
This was a little different, and it brought him a new idea. Perhaps, the fear felt from the forest was different for everyone.
Stan walked up to Dipper and Mabel, he placed a hand down on her head and ruffled her hair. He then looked at all the animals meandering around the property.
"Kid," He said to Dipper, "I think we really need to just call Ford."
Dipper scowled and shook his head. "No man, Ive been his apprentice for 5 years now, I can handle it."
"How you going to 'handle it' when you cant even go into the forest? I know that nerd knows something, he always knows something."
Dipper ignored his uncle and unwound his sister from himself. He walked away from the two of them to his car, once there, he pulled the front seat down and opened a hidden compartment in the floor behind it. Within this compartment was a hard back notebook. His uncle, who had been fallowing close behind, took notice of this and made an irritated sound in the back of his throat.
"I see you aint listening to a single word we said. Didn't Ford tell you not to make a record of our findings?"
"Well, I needed something." Dipper said defensively. "There is no dangerous information in these anyway. No evidence. Just pictures - detailed descriptions."
"These? You have more than one?!" Stan said, getting angry now. He stormed off, mumbling about Ford.
"No-no-no wait. Ill tell him. Lets just look though this huh. There might be something similar. I think page... ummm." Dipper flipped through the book "Thirty-five? It has something similar. That encounter in South Africa. Yea."
Dipper ran after Stan and grabbed him. Stan closed his eyes for a moment, he then looked back at Dipper. "Lets just head back to the shack for now kid, we will take a look at your book, and talk about what to do. If we don't figure something out by tonight we are calling Ford."
