The screams continued for only a moment, cutting itself off with a painful sob. Only then, did the children know complete silence. The fear it cared with it killed the children inside. How long had they been sitting on their bedroom floor for? It must have been hours, because after a while, the children got tired of waiting. "I'm going to check what happened." Mabel said, getting up off the floor. Dipper didn't stop her. He was just as curious, if not more, to see what had happened. Mabel reached for the knob, gripping onto it tightly, only to let go as quickly as she could. She yelped in pain, seeing her now red hand throbbing in pain. Dipper rushed over to her, gripped her palm gently, inspecting the wound.

"Y-your hand... It's ... Burned..." Dipper rushed to the door, grabbing a blanket. He rapped the blanket around the knob, turning it. What he saw seemed to be straight out of the pit of Hell. There, in front of him, was his mother's carcass. He looked to the dead body to see she had been clawing at their door, trying to get inside. Then, looking ahead of him, was a fire. What had happened while they were in there? Why had this happened? He didn't know the answer. But one thing he did know, was he needed to get out of there. Who knew how much time they had? Dipper grabbed his sister's hand, rushing to the window of the room. Before they jumped, Dipper took one last look at his dead mother, wondering why they couldn't hear the clawing of her pleading wishes.

*2 days later*

"Well... At least we have somewhere to live..." Mabel said, looking around the room of the homeless shelter. The place was much bigger than their original home, being that there mother couldn't afford a house as big as all of their school mates. Mabel always seemed to look on the bright side of things. But Dipper? Well, he had learned 2 things. One, always listen. Even if it's the smallest detail in the world. If you don't listen, you could miss something that changes everything. Two, the family you have is the only one you get. After learning this, you could say that Dipper began to dote on Mabel constantly. He wouldn't leave her side often. I think, around this time, his sleeping habits kind of left his body. Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep, he'd just watch her. It didn't make him tired. It distracted him from how sleepy he was, reminding him that she wasn't sleepy.

Two years later, their grunkle Stan had filled out the papers. He was now, and forever, their legal guardian. It wasn't too bad. Whenever he wasn't drunk, I guess you could say he was bearable. How could such a drunk man be so rich at the same time? I suppose, if a man is known by name by every casino in America, he must have made some money. And Gravity falls wasn't such a bad place either. The house was definitely bigger than their original one. But, he always had his suspicious of that place. And it wasn't until he was 12 that he found out how true it all was. Along with a book, he had found an amulet. 2, actually. One for him, and one for his sister. If only he understood the power he had just unleashed.

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