The children raced to greet there great uncle Stan. They didn't really talk with him much, but they always loved their old relatives. Giving out candy and telling stories. Dipper especially liked the boring ones. Those stories being told were the only times he could remember actually getting some sleep. Even at 5, he could never seem to sleep and he didn't know why. The children reached the side of their mother, only to have her hold her arm out in defense, making sure to block the path to their gruncle. "Children. Go to your rooms. Lock the doors. And don't come out until I say so." Their mother (Let's just call her Dianne for now) then turned to them, shooing them to their rooms for safety, or perhaps just so they couldn't hear what they were talking about.

The twins didn't deny her wishes. Being a single mother, they had learned that you could only push her so far until she cracks under the pressure. Then she doesn't say anything. She just went crazy. Almost to the point of the children being the target of her stress. But, she had learned to control herself. But in doing this, she had taught them to be afraid of her at times. With that, the children ran to their room, locked the door, and closed the blinds just in case. They said nothing. They just sat in the room, waiting. Waiting for something. Anything. That told them they could leave the room.

But, it seemed like there was nothing at the moment. Not even a voice in the other room. What was happening? Why was it so silent? Why was it so calm? What could they be doing that was so worthy of being quiet? Then, the silence was gone. The twins jolted out of their thoughts to hear a scream. An inhuman scream. They didn't dare to leave the room though. Half from their mother's wishes, and the other half from fear of what had happened while they were in their room. They didn't know what happened, but they knew one thing. The scream belonged to their mother.