Scampfire
These spiderlike beasts pose as campfires, then spring to life when you get close. They like to each campers' marshmallows and beans, but will feed on pretty much anything combustible. Can be doused with water, but will hiss,
Kill Billy
Feral, fanged, glowing-eyed hill men with suck your blood and steal your overalls! These may be the beings responsible for the cursed outhouses. Communicate through grunts and ham-boning. When you hear bluegrass music, run for the nearest convenience store. They can't get in. (No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service."
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Soothsquitos
Their bites spell out dire messages for your future, except they're frequently misspelled. I was told to "BATCH OUT FOR WILL," which, as far as I can tell, is total nonsense!
"Steve"
Never actually seen its face. Covered in moss and mushrooms, hides in the forest, big enough to pick up my car and eat it. (Which it did- years ago!) My theory is that this is some species of tree-giant. Older than the town itself. Its legs look remarkably like trees, and considering how many lumberjacks are nearby, that probably explains why its such a recluse. I tried to communicate with it by speaking in low tones through a megaphone, but it threw a deer at me, and so I decided to leave it alone. I call it Steve because it really acts like a Steve.
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The Third Journal
FanfictionDespite the cover, this is a Relativity Falls copy of the THIRD journal. Notes: Any words in the journal that are crossed out that aren't legible will be replaced with ##### Sometimes I'll have to use the same text style for multiple characte...
