Pointdexter: A Swooning Over Stan-fiction

Chapter Thirty: Ghost-Host

Alice wasn't sure what to do, hands on her hips, staring into her new apartment.

She knew Gravity Falls was strange, she'd signed up for it when Ford asked her to stay, but she hadn't expected this. She didn't expect the dishes she'd bought to be smashed against the floor and splintered in her walls. Alice sighed, watching as the mattress she'd just bought floated across the room in a neon blue light, bumping into each wall until whatever it was got tired and dropped it.

"This is not something I'm dealing with today-" She hissed under her breath, shoving her hand in her pocket and pulling out her phone. Searching her contacts, she found Dipper and called.

"Hey, Alice!" Dipper answered on the second ring. "What's going on? Everything okay?"

"Dipper," Alice started, her voice calm and cool compared to the panic flaring in her brain. "How worried about ghosts should I be in Gravity Falls?"

"Uh... Well, it depends-" Alic heard him shift, probably setting down a book. "Ghosts aren't exactly unheard of here. You think you have one in your new place?"

"Yep-" Alice breathed out, watching as the mattress fell onto a box of clothes with a loud thud. "Do you and Ford want to come over and take care of it for me? Because I don't know how."

"Sure, we can come over and check it out," Dipper reassured her on the other end of the phone. "Give us a few minutes to get there. You sure you don't want to evacuate or something?"

"No sir," Alice sighed, narrowing her eyes at the mattress and glaring around the room. "I just rented this place, I'm going to live in it."

"Alright, fair enough," The boy chuckled on the other end of the line. "We'll be there soon. Just... Try not to get possessed before we get there, okay?"

Alice thanked him and hung up, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. Wait- Possessed? She breathed in, holding the air and releasing it with a huff. Stepping into the room, Alice tried to look inconspicuous as she started to clean up the broken plates and glasses.

Time seemed to inch by slowly as Alice tidied up the broken dishes, her eyes flickering to every corner of the room, wary and watching for any sign of movement. Whatever was haunting her apartment seemed to be taking a break from terrorizing her belongings. The stillness was eerie, more so than if the entity was present. Finally, as she finished up the cleaning, a knock sounded on the door, making Alice jump.

Alice shot forward, stumbling over her feet as she ripped the door open and stared out at Ford and Dipper, almost sheepish looks on their faces.

"Dipper said possessed?" She gasped out. "What. Did. He. Mean?"

"I didn't mean to scare you," Dipper admitted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was just joking..."

"Mostly," Ford added, patting his great-nephew on the shoulder, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Ghosts don't usually possess people around here."

"Don't usually isn't too comforting when my new china is demolished," Alice narrowed her eyes between the two, holding the door open for them as they stepped into the mess.

Alice had spent the day before painting the room, but the eggshell white walls were covered in scrape marks and small dents. She crossed her arms over her chest, and as if on cue, the ghost started acting up. Her mattress was in the air, bumping against the ceiling and into the lights.

"Oh come on!" Alice wined, throwing her hands up. "Not the lights!"

Ford and Dipper watched in disbelief as the mattress floated through the air, the lights flickering as it bumped into the light. The sheer absurdity of the situation causes both to fall silent. Dipper was the first to speak, a mix of shock and humor in his tone.