Gravity Falls Lumberjack Ghost Novels & Stories

"Belle, if the baby dies, it's only what you owe Alice. You killed her child once; now you can repay her." The words landed like a knife to my chest, but he wasn't done. "And let's be honest—you and I both know whether that child is even mine. I'll just pretend that baby never existed." His voice was glacial, the words cutting me so deeply I trembled. I tried to explain, my voice breaking as I struggled against the weight and my despair. "How could the child not be yours? I would never—" But I never finished. The rescue workers began their operation, and the boulder shifted. Before I could protest, the massive stone came crashing down, plunging me into utter darkness.

Vincent's scream pierced the darkness as he fell, his claws swiping at empty air. His body twisted in mid-air, feeling weightless while shadows tightened around him like chains. The ghost’s voice taunted him, deep and harsh. "You fall, fox. Because you don’t resist gravity. You belong here." Vincent let out a roar, desperately trying to summon fire, but no flames emerged. His golden eyes shone brightly against the dark backdrop. “Camela!” he yelled, his voice cracking. “Please respond!”

So loud that the creature of the night ran away. Then he got up, and paced around the items. Bones, ancient woods, crystals. His voice became other, “Outta outta, hellion marriton!” An unexpected wind gust threw Papa Ganda off his feet, and he hit the ground hard. The items lifted from the ground and began to float in the air around him. He struggled to get up and used both elbows to support himself as he looked at the floating items. “It's working. It's working!” He laughed.

Ghost bellowed, "And I'll do anything for power!" The grafted flesh around his body squirmed as he did—a sickening sight. "It seems that I've underestimated you…" Frank dropped to one knee, turning pale and smiling in pain as he looked down at the gaping hole in his stomach. "Frank!" Skyler stumbled backward, suddenly fearing the grafted monster beside Frank. Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein!

“Can you try to make a noise? A louder noise? Tap three times if you can.” “Tap,” Jason whispered. Then: “Tap. Tap. Tap.” Leah slapped the metal with both hands. “We hear you,” she said. “We’re right here. Don’t stop. Don’t fall asleep.” “We’ll get you out,” Ghost said. “We’ll call an extraction team. We’ll borrow a jack. We’ll cut the beam. We’ll… hold on.” A piece of concrete fell near Leah’s face and she screamed. Ghost grabbed a broken board and used it to shield her.

The stairs fall into a deep chasm within the Luna mountain. Rosemary spots us toward the entrance of the cave, she reaches her hands out toward us as if she is ready to consume our souls as we run. I chant in elder speech and raise up my hands toward the cave entrance. Chief Wolfpaw zips past me in time, as I collapse the entrance to the cavern. The force of the cave in pushes Chief Wolfpaw and I toward the ground, knocking us over. The Ghost smiles at our dramatic entrance, and takes on her human form.

Ghost growls in my ear; he lifts up enough so that I can roll over but that just makes my heart beat a little too fast, he’s pressed fully against me and he’s damn lucky I can’t feel anything I shouldn’t. “Get off me!” I snap as I jab a hand into the base of his throat; he instantly starts coughing and rolls to the side. “You weigh a tonne, you giant nightlight!” Low is practically pissing himself laughing while holding out a hand for me; I ignore him and push myself up to my feet and look down at Ghost. He’s coughing so hard that I’m worried I might have done some serious damage; he’s waving his hand in the air to ward off anyone attempting to help him.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

“You still have time to worry about each other. Let’s think about that once we get back home.” “You are right. Let’s go back. Can you remember the way out?” Lance lifted his chin and said, “Of course. What do you take me for?” “A man who almost lost his consciousness after seeing a ghost.” “Hey! That… It’s your fault. Why were you crawling in the ground by the way? That was creepy.” “I did not crawl. I fell.” “With your hair down?” “That’s because of gravity! Have you ever seen a person fall with her hair turning upward?”