Gravity Falls Mystery Shack Inside Novels & Stories

ASHTON The peeling pepto bismol pink paint that reveals a hideous wallpaper underneath and the disheveled furniture can’t mask the desperation within the crumbling walls of Mysteria Manor. Even the high vaulted ceilings of the Victorian mansion can’t close its eyes to the death that lurks inside. In fact, it showcases our torment. Today it's a small, dainty body that sways from one of its supporting beams. This place should be swarming with cops, hell a priest to put shame on us, but why should the town of Fallen Oaks care about an operating safe house full of neglected and forgotten teenage girls when those who should’ve loved us unconditionally don’t.

Easy enough to navigate if you had wings like 288 and Cheng. “How are we supposed to get down there?” asked Claire, peering down at 288’s descending head. I dropped a ball of light down the shaft revealing a series of niches for steps and grips carved in the side of the short shaft. It seemed arrangements had been made for those without the power of flight. It wasn’t as far down as I’d initially thought. You wouldn’t kill yourself if you fell, twist an ankle at worst. One side of the shaft joined with the wall of the chamber below and the holds went down nearly to that lower floor.

I just hope that my ‘sudden arrival’ doesn’t make Epicurus jerk in fright and accidentally cut Grant. I hold my breath in anticipation and press the three pressure plates on the hatch. The hatch swings open, and I push myself through feet first. As my body emerges from the ceiling, I hear Epicurus’s high-pitched shriek of surprise. I grab onto the edge of the hatch with one hand – the hand not holding the gun and superglue – and dangle for half a second before I lose my grip. It’s a long way down – over ten feet from the soles of my shoes to the floor.

But at least it was nice and shady down here. He looked up. At a height of two meters, the grave slab hung almost completely erect using a simple tilting mechanism. If you pressed one side down, it gave way and the other naturally went up. On the side where the plate was pointing up, rusted metal struts were now revealed, which made it easy to climb down. Maybe next time, he thought with a pained face as he climbed the struts. If there should be another time. He carefully pushed the plate back into its original place. He wanted to leave as few traces as possible, who knew whether they had already seen him in Paris and were now hunting him again.

The door to the shack flings open and Charley runs in and shuts the door. “They’re coming for your Celeste! Shh!” Charley whispers as he moves to a giant old and dingy rug I barely noticed covering the ground. I watch him as he pulls the rug up and lifts a door with a latch. He motions for me to come over to him and points to the dark hole in the ground. He wants me to climb into this dark hole in the ground that I didn’t even know existed. I’m so panicked I don’t even hesitate and start climbing the creaky wooden stairs down into the cellar-type hole. It’s dark, dusty and I don’t even want to begin to think about what is down here with me as he closes the trap door and recovers it with the

Ivan tentatively entered the shack, which he then deduced as an abandoned shrine, and immediately noticed the hole at the altar. ‘She must have fell through.’ Now the underground theory didn’t seem so implausible. Ivan braced himself and jumped in through the hole, not knowing how deep it was. Luckily, it wasn’t too deep. He wasn’t much worried for himself, since he had manna to back up his fall, but if Ursa fell from too far a height, she would have gravely injured herself. Or worse, she could have died.

"That's your problem. Don't ask me. You should have thought of it earlier before pressing someone's weak nerve." "I didn't expect such drastic turnover." "Congratulations to you Anirudh. Now, tell me where the other body is? Don't tell me you need a death certificate too? Or you have already vanished?" Shivay gave a weird smirk to Anirudh as he was well aware of his friend's character. "Basement. I didn't burn it till now. Wanted to send it in a gift wrap." Anirudh escorted him downstairs while speaking casually. "Dickhead. Enough of this Anirudh. Get married and stop this." Shivay tapped on his shoulder while leaving his mansion.

His armored elbow was pressing down on a glowing glyph that depicted a mouth swallowing a sun. "It looked like a cup holder!" Ben defended. RUMBLE. The floor shook. The circular chamber began to rotate. The walls groaned as the hexagonal alcoves shifted. "Gravity shift detected," Haley shouted, looking at her tablet. "The physics in here is changing!" The floor beneath them retracted. "Run!" Jack roared. Too late. The ground opened like the aperture of a camera lens. They fell. It wasn't a straight drop. They slid down a sleek, spiraling chute, tumbling through darkness. It felt like being flushed down a giant, industrial drain.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 The iron grate clattered shut above them with the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow brick shaft. Maya fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as gravity briefly took hold, until her boots hit a layer of cold, stagnant water with a heavy splash.

I scrambled back, my spine hitting the bathroom door. It hadn't clicked shut, so the second I leaned on it, it swung wide. The floor vanished. Gravity took over, and I started to go down, falling backward into the bathroom. "Ah—!" I clawed at the air, desperate for a handhold. My fingers clamped onto something cold and metallic. The sharp, heavy sound of a buckle snapping open echoed in the small space. My center of gravity was still failing, but then a literal iron bar of an arm slammed around my waist.