Gravity Falls Mystery Shack Inside Novels & Stories

In any case, keep up with trust. Then Noah fallen through the wrecked window. His words- - keep up with trust - reverberated to him as he took off across the sky, profound into the shadows of the evening. Lawrence ended up adjusted on a splintery wooden shaft. It squeaked as it shifted marginally to the left, then squeaked again as it facilitated gradually to the right. The shaking was consistent and constant, as though the shaft were connected to an extremely short pendulum. A hot breeze sent her hair lashing across her face and passed her workers cap over her head. Once more, the shaft underneath her influenced, and her feet slipped. She fell against the shaft and scarcely figured out how

I watched him nose into a few bales of hay and start eating like nothing was wrong. “Can this get any stranger?” Griffith said, deadpan… and one second later, I hated that question. I stepped into the little shed, passing a stack of split logs, but that wasn’t what grabbed me. In the middle of the plank floor, someone had dug a huge pit. I looked down, one hand clamped over my nose, my face going hard. “Yeah… it could get worse,” Griffith muttered. A dozen women’s bodies lay piled below in the dark, rotting slow.

It then starts to glitch – the floor beneath me keeps disappearing and reappearing , until I find my self falling due to the permanent disappearing of the floor. “No , no!” I cry out , as I know all to well that this means I will be awakening soon. I feel my body thrashing around as I refuse to awaken , but alas I found my self falling back in to my sleeping body. I feel irritated at what ever that it is that had woken me up and I wanted to show it a piece of my mind , how ever some thing weird caught my attention. I felt the mattress below me shake vigorously with 1 millisecond interval between each shake. I found it very weird. Maybe ,it is an earth quake?...I found my self thinking , so I

The lake of blood that sank the meat on the lower part of the hill doesn’t make it any better. As I inspected the heap, the surrounding began to quake again just like the first time. I started to panic and looked up to see whether the fleshes were falling or not. Luckily, even the ground shook like it’s about to split apart, the ceiling didn’t respond to it, still strongly attached. Hurried, I inspected the meat and fell on my knees. The flesh slipped off of the heap because of the shaking, somehow mysteriously revealing some words in white letter as if hovering over the meat.

Kaden used his claws, digging them deep into the reinforced concrete walls of the shaft to slow their descent, creating a deafening screech of tearing metal and flying sparks that illuminated the dark like a swarm of angry fireflies. They hit the bottom of the shaft with a heavy, bone-jarring thud. Kaden absorbed the impact, his knees bending deeply before he stood up, completely unfazed. He released Laila, his weapons drawn instantly as he scanned the room they had landed in. It was a laboratory, but it looked more like a slaughterhouse.

Shawna: Why does it always feel like falling into a black hole with no end in sight. Shawna thought as she hit a….a couch. She didn't open her eyes and she was to afraid to move not knowing where she was and who was in there with her. She needed them to think she was still unconscious, she knew how scary movies were.

With a final, bone jarring crash that rattled her teeth in her skull, the cargo lift slammed into the heavy shock absorbers at the very bottom of the subterranean catacombs. The sudden silence was absolutely deafening. The heavy, metallic groan of the settling elevator cage was the only sound in the pitch black shaft. Far above them, the muffled, distant rumble of the collapsing skyscraper continued to echo, but the thousands of tons of debris had jammed in the crushed upper sections of the shaft, sealing them perfectly safe in the subterranean depths. Chloe lay perfectly still on the grated floor, her chest heaving as she dragged ragged, desperate breaths of cold, damp air into her burning

It was raining outside. Wind rattled the old windows. And while climbing, it felt like someone was walking slowly behind us. But whenever we turned— Nothing. Just darkness. The gate to the fifth floor was shut. A thick chain. A heavy lock. But the lock was old… corroded. Megha said, “Let’s break it.” I refused. But Shivender pulled the chain— And the lock fell with a strange clang. As if someone inside had loosened it. Inside— There was no restoration.

Resting my back against the wall, I shrieked in surprise as I fell when the wall moved backwards with a loud groaning sound. Glancing over my shoulder, it seems the wall is a secret door in itself that slides and rotates into a dark room with a slight push. Straightening to my feet I dust off my clothes and stare into the darkness in curiosity. Pulling out my torchlight, I turned it on to see there’s a metal staircase across the room with a rusted railing leading down into a basement. Heading down in curiosity, the basement has an open archway right into what appears to be a cave. The cave, to my shock glimmers with thousands of glowworms stuck to the walls, and their globules of sticky mucu

At least I didn't ingest any wolfsbane. I look up to see my shackles attached to an eye hook in the ceiling. The ceiling looks like it is made of cement which is crumbling. I wonder how weak the cement is? If I can get enough leverage from my bodyweight, maybe I can pull the eye hook out. It's the only plan I have.