Hello! I know you guys are probably mad about the cliff-hanger (the two or three of you that care...) but I'm here to fix that.

Dipper's P.O.V.

"Dipper, I said I would go with you to find our grunkles. Not to help you with a job."

"Mabel, what is the number one rule when hunting?" Dipper asked.

"Never go alone," Mabel answered without hesitation and Dipper nodded.

"Exactly. People are going to get hurt if we don't do this. I know you want to get back to your job and Dave, or whatever his name is, but we can't let any more people get hurt. Besides, we already know where he's buried, all we have to do is make sure that no one goes near the old gift shop until we salt and burn his remains. Please?" Mabel sighed.

"Fine. What's it's background?"

"Well, the ghost's name was Gerald Seal. He not just owned the gift shop, but watched it be built, paid for it, put his heart and soul into it-"

"I get it. We may need to burn it too." Mabel interrupted. Dipper glared at her and went on.

"He lived in 1820, and one day he went into town and attempted to rape a guy named John Johnson. He told the town and one night, the town attacked. They viciously murdered him and almost destroyed all the gift shop held. Every year since then, on this day from 5:00 pm to 6:00 am, he kills anyone who walks, rides, or drives by the gift shop. Considering it's right on the road into town, many people have been killed, many we don't know about. Except for all the gay people. They 'miraculously' survived." Mabel nodded and smiled.

"Well, you're safe then!" Dipper turned his head and blushed, causing Mabel's smile to soften a little.

"Sorry, Dipper. I know how sensitive you are about that." Dipper put on a plastic smile and shook it off. He looked at the clock. 4:30.

"Let's get dinner and then we can hunt." Mabel nodded and Dipper grabbed the keys off of the table. He walked out the door with Mabel right behind him.

(Line break! Whoa!)

(Still Dipper's P.O.V.)

Dipper tossed a gun to Mabel, who easily caught it. He glared at her with mock jealousy and she stuck out her tongue playfully, as they both knew he had no such ability to catch as easily as her. They walked over to the front door, Mabel in front and Dipper following. Instead of opening the door as expected, she stopped. Dipper looked at her in concern. "What's going on?" He asked.

"The door's lock is already open," she whispered. Dipper's eyes widened and he looked at his watch. 4:49. No, 5:00. Suddenly, a scream rang out like a gunshot in the setting sun and Mabel rammed herself against the door to get in, but it was stuck. Like someone was holding it shut. She tried two more times, and after the third, Dipper turned to her.

"Let me try," he suggested. Mabel nodded and he thrust his shoulder into the door and yelped in surprise when he fell through. Mabel poked her head in and peered down at him.

"You alright?" She asked. Dipper groaned and sat up.

"Better than that guy, at least." He pointed across the room to where a guy about their age lay on the floor, knocked out.

"Get a ring of salt put down, Mabel," Dipper ordered. Mabel did it and Dipper dragged him into the circle half that Mabel then completed.

"Hey," Dipper said tapping his face. "You with us? Hello?"

Dipper lightly slapped the side of his face and the man groaned. "Where am I?"

Dipper smiled in relief. "You are here. Here is Blithe Hollows." The man groaned again and glared at him, then gasped suddenly and tried to stand up. Half-way up, he almost fell over, but Dipper caught him and wrapped his arm around Dipper's shoulders.

"Norman! Where did he go?!" The man exclaimed. Mabel cocked her head.

"You mean spiky-haired Norman that works at the hotel?" The man narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"How do you know Norman?" Dipper coughed uncomfortably.

"Um, how much do you know?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, 'know'?" Mabel cut in.

"Do you know about demons, ghosts, and how to fight them?" Dipper glared at her.

"Well don't sugar coat it," He remarked. The man looked thoughtful.

"Well, I haven't had much experience with demons, but if there's one thing I know, it's ghosts. And yeah, I know how to fight them. Norman does too. Now how well do you know Norman?"

"He's helping us," Mabel stated.

"With what? A job? He's got enough of those as it is." Dipper twisted his face in confusion.

"I thought there weren't any jobs here. At least, that's what Norman told us."

"Yeah, there aren't any jobs for you, at least. Norman and I take care of everything around here. Now, who are you? And how much do you know about Norman?"

"What is there to know about Norman? He works at the hotel, he's a hunter, is this what you're getting at? Or is there more to know about Norman? Also, what's your name?"

"Neil Downe."

"What?! I will do no such thing! That's a little preposterous!" The man rolled his eyes.

"That's my name. Neil Downe."

"Oh... That's awkward. Heh, sorry." Mabel swatted him on the side of the head and Dipper glared at her. Neil shook his arm off Dipper's shoulder's and walked out of the circle.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dipper asked.

"Finding Norman. Are you gonna help me or stay safe in your little circle here? 'Cause I know what I'm doing." Mabel looked at Dipper.

"Are we following him?" Dipper shrugged.

"Well, it's not like we were going to do anything else tonight." Mabel shrugged and the two caught up to Neil.