Afraid of the Forest

4

 "Yoga?" Grunkle Stan inquired.

"Like ariel yoga is really fun." Dipper shrugged with a little embarrassment, but mostly pride in trying something new.

"How long have you been doing that?" Grunkle Stan laughed.

"The last four or five years." Dipper responded. The next two or so hours later, Grunkle Stan walked back inside and the sun had begun to set. Dipper watched the sun set and when it finally disappeared over the horizon, he carried the ice box back into the shack. He sleepily walked up to the attic and pulled his still unpacked suit case off his bed as he flopped onto the mattress. The next morning, there was more silence.

Dipper just decided to chop the wood that Grunkle Stan wanted him to yesterday. About 30 minutes later, he felt someone staring. He looked over his shoulder at the Shack and checked the porch and the windows, but saw no one looking at him. He almost turned the other way when Mabel made her way to Dipper with a bowl and a piece of toast.

"Here, you dummy. You need to have breakfast." Mabel handed Dipper the toast. "When did you get up?"

"A little while ago. You?" Dipper brushed the wood off of the trunk and sat down.

"Not too long ago." Mabel took a spoonful of her cereal and shoved it in her mouth like she hadn't eaten for days. "Have you seen anything weird lately?"

"No." Dipper looked down at his feet and took a bite of his toast. "Have you?"

Dipper looked back up at his sister and saw that she was mouthing something at something or someone behind him. Dipper looked behind him and saw a glimpse of dirty blond hair. He looked back over to his twin and saw that she was back to eating her cereal and looking at him.

"What was it?" Dipper asked as he glanced behind him again to see nothing.

"Just a squirrel." Mabel shrugged. "How're your abs?"