June 14th Researcher: Stanford Pines (?)

A wax figure blinked at me. I locked it in the basement. This morning, it was gone. In its place: a single maple leaf and the words “Don’t trust the sheriff.”

If you’re reading this… Question everything. And never—NEVER—say “I wish” out loud near the water tower.

I’ve started this journal to track the impossible. Every symbol, every cipher, every weird noise in the woods.

I saw a gnome. Then a horde of them. They spoke in rhymes and tried to kidnap a teenager. I’m not joking. My photo evidence came out blurry—every time. Almost like the town itself resists being documented.

Page 1 – The Gravity Falls Anomaly

— The Author (?) / A very tired anomaly hunter

The convenience store sells “post-curiosity gum.” I chewed it. For 4 hours, I knew the exact date of my own death. (Spoiler: not today. But still unsettling.)