Gravity Falls: Scary-oke Novels & Stories

The moment stretched endlessly, but then gravity took over, and Autumn’s head plummeted towards the unforgiving concrete floor below. The impact was jarring, and she lay flat on her back, her vision beginning to blur. The once-clear world around her dissolved into a chaotic swirl of colors and sounds, the sharp edges of reality softening into a haze. A scream tore through the air—raw and filled with terror—as some of Derek’s men rushed onto the scene, their faces twisted in horror at the sight before them.

“Okay. You concentrate on calming your pup. I will see that we get through this shit safely.” Closing my eyes, I lean my forehead against his chest as I feel his touch against my skin, sizzling through my clothes. My heart leaps as it starts tingling, my grip increasing as I concentrate on talking to my pup about how we are safe, and Ace will make sure whatever is in those dirty waters won’t be able to hurt us. Suddenly, the ground below my feet gives in, and I fall into nothingness with an ear-shattering scream. Clenching my eyes closed, I brace myself for the fall, expecting to hit the hard floor as I wrap my arms around my belly.

I screamed as all three of them slowly floated away into darkness. “Come back!” My lungs burned from screaming. I collapsed onto the ground. “No...” The word came out broken. Suddenly, the earth beneath me shook violently. I stumbled backward in fear. Cracks spread across the ground rapidly before it split open completely. I tried standing again— But the ground beneath me shattered. And I fell. “Help!” My scream echoed endlessly through the darkness— Until suddenly— My eyes snapped open. I jolted upright violently. My breathing was ragged.

Earth disappeared. Not slow. Not with a crack or warning. Just like that. Mara felt heaviness for a moment. Then she fell. Next to her Jonas. Eva. Lyra. Stone walls ran past them. Silver light lines stretched through the darkness. The shaft was impossible. Much deeper than under an island should have space. Mara screamed. The wind ripped off her voice. Then something strange happened. The case was slower. Not because they hit something. This is because gravity itself became weaker.

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.

“Don’t move, okay?” She blinked up at me, tears tracking down her face. Jumping up, I rushed over and grabbed the stick. It was heavy and jagged, but it would work. I ran back over to the edge, dropping to my knees, and slowly lowered it. “Grab on!” I shouted. “I’ll lift you up!” Nora clung tighter to the rocks, too terrified to move, and shook her head frantically. Her lips formed the words: “Too scary!” I realized, with a sinking feeling, that I was going to have to find a way to go down there and get her.

I ran in a frenzy with screams and shocks, and my footsteps hit the void, somersaulting off the terrace. That's when I realized that there is still a physical force that exists. Gravitation. Gravity pulls me down with tremendous speed, and the dark gray pavement below eagerly awaits my bloody battle. As if instinctively, a jet stream was pushed out from my abdomen, I screamed with all the remaining strength of my life.

Gravity is a suggestion when you are riding a gigaton of water pressure. Jack screamed—not out of fear, but from the sheer physical overload. He was riding a chunk of concrete slab that had been dislodged by the water blast, surfing the apex of a geyser that shot three hundred feet into the Manhattan sky. The world was a blur of red mist and white foam.

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

getting close, and then it rings in my head what she’s about to do. “Oh, sh*t, no!” But she’s jumped off the floor. The air is so freezing and running past my skin with such coldness that I thought it would cut my skin. My cheeks are almost numb, and when I try to open my eyes, tears are slightly escaping from the harsh effect of gravity. I see that we are actually going to fall, and that means we’re going to get crushed by the ground. It’s too far. “What the hell? What the hell? Oh, my heavens, we are going to die.” And we land on the ground.