It had been an unexpected surprise to find the house. When they all came out of the ocean, Dipper had assumed they'd be starting from scratch, but coming across the dilapidated, bone laden home they'd made in Deerington had been welcomed good fortune. It looked like it'd weathered decades here without them and yet, most of their things were still intact, minus some items here and there that did not survive time.
After settling in for a few days and attempting to fix up what they could, Dipper took note of something that seemed off. There was a room upstairs that no one went near. Strangely, Dipper could not recall why, or even if the room had been here before at all. It was ...an odd blank in his memory. Probably that is what drove his curiosity one day, early in September.
Approaching the room had been easy enough, but even as he stood with his hand hovering above the doorknob, he grew more and more uneasy. Like a presence surrounded it, something tangible and sinister was behind that door. Despite his instincts screaming at him to turn around, he pressed on, grabbing the doorknob and pushing the door open.
He should have stopped there, really. Images rushed into his mind, and something like cold fear gripped his heart. His whole vision flashed red and for a moment he thought maybe he saw himself. Saw broken glass, a terrible blood shot eye. It passed almost as fast as it came and he's left for a moment, disoriented, mind reeling from things he couldn't quite grasp.
Despite the fear and anxiety running under his skin, Dipper crosses the threshold. Whatever evil this room held, he needed to know. It's just a shame that determination alone would not be enough to prepare him for the memories his awakening had been kind enough to tuck away.
The scream that echoes through the peeling halls of the house are haunting in a way that should ring familiar for Stan and Ford. It's reminiscent of a scream they heard in this house almost a year ago.
Cursed Bedroom | Early September | Locked to The Family
After settling in for a few days and attempting to fix up what they could, Dipper took note of something that seemed off. There was a room upstairs that no one went near. Strangely, Dipper could not recall why, or even if the room had been here before at all. It was ...an odd blank in his memory. Probably that is what drove his curiosity one day, early in September.
Approaching the room had been easy enough, but even as he stood with his hand hovering above the doorknob, he grew more and more uneasy. Like a presence surrounded it, something tangible and sinister was behind that door. Despite his instincts screaming at him to turn around, he pressed on, grabbing the doorknob and pushing the door open.
He should have stopped there, really. Images rushed into his mind, and something like cold fear gripped his heart. His whole vision flashed red and for a moment he thought maybe he saw himself. Saw broken glass, a terrible blood shot eye. It passed almost as fast as it came and he's left for a moment, disoriented, mind reeling from things he couldn't quite grasp.
Despite the fear and anxiety running under his skin, Dipper crosses the threshold. Whatever evil this room held, he needed to know. It's just a shame that determination alone would not be enough to prepare him for the memories his awakening had been kind enough to tuck away.
The scream that echoes through the peeling halls of the house are haunting in a way that should ring familiar for Stan and Ford. It's reminiscent of a scream they heard in this house almost a year ago.