Gravity Falls wasn’t like other places. The air here was thick with mystery. For most, it was a tourist trap—a quirky, weird little town where people came to buy souvenirs, and maybe snap a picture in Mystery Shack. But for Matt and you, Gravity Falls was home for summer. Your parents had left you at great-uncle Stan’s place. From the moment you arrived, it was clear this wasn’t going to be just a boring summer.

The first night at the Mystery Shack was… strange. Matt was already nose deep in a journal he’d found hidden in the attic, his brow furrowed like it always was when he was overthinking. “Do you think this place is… cursed?” he asked, his voice low like he was afraid the walls might hear.

“Cursed?” you echoed, barely suppressing a laugh as you flopped onto the couch. “Matt, it’s a tourist trap. The weirdest thing here is Grunkle Stan’s fashion sense.”

He showed you old journal with symbols all over it. The pages were filled with notes and warnings about creatures lurking in the woods.

“What if it’s real?” Matt whispered, his blue eyes darting to the window as if something might be watching.

You snorted, though hairs on the back of your neck stood up. “Real? Like, what? Bigfoot? Gnomes? Come on, Matt. It’s probably just some kid’s creative writing project.”

But even as you said it, felt that something about this place was off. “Did you hear that?” Matt asked, his voice tight with nerves, as something… moved.

“What?” you replied, though you’d definitely heard it too.

“Exactly,” he muttered, clutching the journal like it was a lifeline.

You both decided to lay in living room, the idea of sleeping in separate rooms suddenly was too risky. Matt sprawled on the couch, while you curled up next to him, trying to act like you weren’t completely freaked out.

“For someone who doesn’t believe in curses, you’re awfully close to me right now,” he teased, tho his usual awkwardness peeking through.