Ch.9 Dipper's pov.
As Mabel and drew nearer and nearer to the mystery shack, fear filled our minds. Then I realized the lights weren't on in the tourist trap. What if nobody was home? No one to protect us. The book. We still had hope, some hope.
"Dipper do something!" Mabel screamed in panic. The demon was drawing nearer.
"I'll try!" Yelled in reply. We charged through the mystery shack's door and locked it.
"Hello!" Mabel called out, " Grunkle Stan? Soos!? WENDY?!"
"face it mabel. We're alone."
"Dipper... I-I'm scared."
"I am too mabel. I am too." She started crying.
"It's okay, it's okay." I said. Wow I am such a liar.
" you're lying. ? I can tell."
I pulled the book out of my vest, and flipped to the page on demons. Weaknesses: unknown. I swore in my head.
Mabel gasped.
"what?" I asked.
"Grunkle Stan owns 10 guns, we have some defense." I was pretty sure that wouldn't work, but I nodded.
We heard the door creek open. He was coming.