Hey, guys, SP's back with another chapter. First things first, however, Friday had the most views (barely) of any one day of viewing on this fanfic. Thank you so much for reading my fanfic, more thanks to those who favorited the story, and even more thanks to those who reviewed. You guys are amazing.

Dipper's P.O.V.

"So we don't know if Elia's alive or not."

"Right."

The cane certainly was real." Pacifica put the pack of ice back on her temple.

"Dudes, what if Pacifica saw a ghost? That would be, like, so strange."

"Well…" I thought back to the dark figure I'd seen race to Elia's grave. "When I was leaving the cemetery after...what happened, I saw someone or something hurry to...her grave. A few minutes later, I got this message." I replayed the message on my phone.

Everyone looked at me for a second.

"Dude, that's, like, really creepy," Wendy said.

"Wait," Soos said. "If the person called you after the funeral, and you saw a dark figure, could it be a prank call?"

Mabel shook her head. "If it was, then it would've been impossible for the caller to know what Dipper was doing at the time, and they'd have to know Elia as well."

"Oh, yeah."

Pacifica agreed with Mabel. "That voice sounds like the voice of the thing that looked like Elia."

I looked over the map of Gravity Falls again. "So, there was a sighting of a creature at the cemetery." I pointed at the tack that I had stuck in the cemetery. "Then, a few minutes later, I get a call from someone who sounds like Elia." I pointed to the tack on the road. "Then, a week later, Pacifica has a supernatural visit from a being that had the general appearance and personality of Elia." I pointed at the tack on where Pacifica told me Elia's old hideout was.

"She threw a book at me," Pacifica said.

"Maybe we should go to the cemetery and check out Elia's gravestone."

We all cheered that one until I ran the voice through my head. As everyone else had gone quiet, they were thinking the same thing.

That wasn't one of our voices.

I checked my phone. Nope, no new messages. Whoever the raspy voice had belonged to, they were in this room.

"Hey, who has that raspy voice?" Grunkle Stan asked, poking his head into the room. We all shrugged.

A familiar soft, huffing chuckle caught our ears. "Ye gods, it's the same as in the movies. No one ever looks up."

Slowly, everyone's gazes turned to the ceiling. We all squawked with shock; a body was braced on the ceiling, smiling face downwards. It was Elia's body.

Well, not exactly Elia's body. On closer inspection, I saw that the body - girl - had slightly bluer skin, longer hair with yellowish-orange hair at her temples, hollow cheeks and shadowed eyes; the girl was wearing a pair of large opaque spectacles. A cane hung from her right wrist.

The girl pushed off with her feet. For a moment, she held on with her hands, and then she fell onto the couch. She groaned in pain and pulled the cane off of her wrist.

"Ah, my back," the girl grumbled in her raspy voice, rubbing her back, "my poor back. Ah, my leg's going to be hell." The person stepped off of the couch and spat, "Scheiẞe!" She gripped her left leg, face grimacing.

"Dude, how'd you get in here?" Wendy asked.

"Door," the girl said, groaning and limping forward. "How else? Besides the window."

"'Sup?" Soos asked.

"Nothin' much," the person replied. "You?"

Soos chuckled. "Nothin' much," he echoed. "Just, you know, trying to figure out if one of my best friends is alive or not…"

Stan and I both facepalmed. When I took a good look at the person up close, I saw that she was bony, with hands that trembled slightly.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The girl gave a hollow laugh. "I'm a dead girl," she said. "Well, I'm not actually dead, but everyone thinks I'm dead, so I might as well be dead." She winced and rubbed her back.

"But you're dead," Pacifica pointed out. "I s-saw you d-die!"

"What?" the girl asked. "I said I was dead!"

"You don't look dead," Mabel pointed out.

The girl looked at herself. "I guess I don't, do I? Hmm. Irking."

Behind the girl, I saw Stanley sneak into the room wearing a gas mask with tinted-red eyes.

"How do I explain this to you?" the girl asked, completely unaware of the Author's presence.

When Stanley got up behind her, he put his face close to hers, tapped her on the right shoulder, and whispered something in her ear. What happened next would stay with me to the grave.

Sorry I took a bit for updating, but I had things to do. Have a good time! SP out for this chapter!