-- Jimmy Casket POV--

I watched Ghosty do all the dumb stuff he wanted to to, and I decided not to torment his every moment. He talked to Toaster a lot, and kept kicking a very poor tree (which I nicknamed "Kicky") mostly. I was getting bored out of my mind and I had nothing to do but re-watch old memories of my finest achievements in murdering. "When are you going to sleep, Ghosty-man? I'm bored outta my mind! I wanna StAB StAB StAB with Knifey~!" I did a slight summersault in his head, "come on. I know you can't hear me, Ghosty but this is torture. I just wanna explore! Maybe share my secret? It'd be fun to see Knifey playing with someone~." No response.

Sadly.

It was reeeaaallly late and Toaster was in the next tent over trying to get some shut-eye, while Ghosty-man decided to stay up late and torture little old me~. It's sad, the things Ghosty'll do to keep people safe. He hates most people, its honestly sad he'd try to protect them.

I felt his weight shift. I think he actually heard me!

This is gonna be fun.

"Aw common, Ghosty! Just lemme out! Pleeeaasee~?"

"..."

"Just five minutes? I have an appointment that I must not be late for."

"What?" Johnny actually replied. Yes!

"OOOoooOOHh~! You can hear meee? This is great! Just fall asleep and lemme take over Ghosty!"

"..."

"Stop being a Bossy Betty, Ghost! It's not like doing this will do you any good! I can't kill Toaster Oven, ya know."

"Who is this?"

"You don't remember little old mee? Makes sense... You memory is worse than a goldfish. Can't even remember your half of our childhood! Its sad, truly. Cardboard thing did a number on you."

"W-what? I don't... Are you a ghost?" He was confused. Figures.

"No, YOUR Ghost! I'm Casket! Nice for you to meet me, me!"

"What?!"

"Jimmy Casket, world' most renowned murderer, at your service." I smiled in his head. He was beginning to lose it! I just had to push it a little farther... "D'ya remember our first kill~?"

"I don't... I don't know who you are... Why are you in my head?"

"The better question is why are you in poor Gregory's head?"

"What?" He was shuddering. Just a bit more... "Should... I... Who's Gregory?"

I began to laugh manically, showing off my true colors of insanity more than I had been before, "Here! Come MEET HIM!" I pulled him into our head and took over. Finally. "That was more work than it was worth, Ghosty. You've gotten annoying."

"Murr..." He replied, stunned. Good. I'd better do this quickly.

"Your right! I still have an appointment with the Pinetree twinsies! Wanna come? Oh wait, you have no choice!" Ghost began to try to take back control, but he was pretty weak from keeping me out of control after getting his life force sapped, the idiot. I just threw my head back and cackled, "oh relax, Hoodie!" I decided to adopt Bill's nickname for him to annoy him, "I'm not gonna KILL them! I'm just gonna scare them a bit! They seem too curious for me!"

He calmed down a bit. Good, this'll be MUCH less of a headache. I walked away from the fire pit Toast had dug earlier and dashed into the woods, quiet as a mouse. This was gonna be fun, no matter how much Ghosty bothered me.

--Mabel POV-- 

I was still jumpy from watching my newest crush die right in front of me. That was new. I wasn't used to seeing corpses at all. But somewhere out in the world was a guy who killed Death! This day was amazing. "Dipper!" I yelled across the room. The bookworm had  buried himself in his book the moment we got back and he barely paused to say hi to Seuss when he got back from his date. Personally, I was worried about him. Something about the Johnnys scared him, and, though I would never admit it, I felt it too. The Ghost guy scared me for some reason.  I snuggled with Waddles a bit before throwing a pillow across the room at Dipper's face.

"Mabel, what was that for?" He asked, looking away from the book.

"I want to know why the Johnnys scare you so much." I demanded, swinging my legs and stroking Waddles the way a villain would their pet cat. "You've buried you nose in that book sense we arrive back at the Shack. I'm worried about you."

He nodded, "Okay, I'll tell you." He closed the journal and sat up. "Remember back at the clearing when Ghost accidentally reanimated Bill?"

"How could I forget? It was today!" I smiled a bit and Dipper continued.

"Well, he passed out. A sure sign he was going to die because he was helpless, or get possessed by Bill because that's how he works, right?"

"I guess..." I thought about it, "but he woke back up."

"Yes! He and sounded and acted completely different! His clothes changed color Mabel! And I don't think he remembers that happening! And Mabel, remember when he shot Toast?"

"That was pretty scary."

"Yes. I know you were distracted, looking at Toast and all, but when he did it I swear his eyes tinted red. I promise you!" I thought about it.

"So what do you think it is?" I asked, flopping backwards and staring at the ceiling.

"That's where I'm stuck." Dipper said sheepishly, "I can't find anything about it, I don't even know what to look up. I tried possession, but I came up with virtually nothing."

"Well, we should get to sleep. We can ask the Johnnys tomorrow." I told Dipper. "Goodnight!" I shot the lantern with the grappling hook and we smiled at the memories it brought us. Just when we were all snuggled in bed, the window broke and a knife stuck out of the ceiling. Laughter echoed from the woods. We froze in horror.

"You get it." I whispered to Dipper.

"No, you!"

It took a bit of arguing, but I was ended up the chosen one to examine it. I grabbed a chair and plucked the knife off the roof. A note fluttered after it. Dipper and I looked at each other and Dipper pulled out some matches and began to read the note.

The note read as following,

"Maple and Dipper Pinetree,

You may not know me, but you can expect to meet me soon! Until then, keep this a secret. All of it, right down to what happened in the woodsy woods. If you don't, you may meet me sooner than you'd want to! Knifey would love to say hi to you both!" 

"How did he know about the clearing?" Dipper questioned, balling the paper over the match and throwing it into the trash outside, setting it on fire. He sighed, "I think that was from Ghost... Or a ghost the guy's in contact with... And it sounds a lot like a death threat, Mabel. We should be carful. Always carry around your grappling hook, okay?"

"Okay. And you stay safe too, Dipper." He nodded. We both climbed back into bed, but neither of us slept a wink a night. We just stared at the ceiling and listened to the echo of laughter all night.

--Jimmy POV-

Whoops! I think I scared them more then I meant too. Well too bad. Now that the message is sent, I can go back and let Ghosty back in control. This was all I wanted to do. Apart from killing those deer... And those birds

"What did you tell them?" Johnny asked from inside my head. He could read as well as I could, which was to say horrible, so writing was a good way to get secrets along.

"Just to not ask questions. Now go back to sleep. I'll give you back control in a bit, Ghosty! It's not like your going to remember any of this." I stated out loud, in the middle of the woods.

"Are you lost?"

"No. Shut up." I hissed to him, ready to plunge Knifey in a tree. "Camp is just over there. Now be quiet I thought I heard something." I began walking back to camp, swinging Knifey as I went, humming to myself.

"Ring around the Rose-eese,

"Pockets full of KNIVES-EESE.

"STA-ABING! STA-ABING! 

"We all fall down!" I cackled loudly, impressed with my work.

"Bravo." Johnny muttered int the back of my head, "I like the part where you stole that song from a nursery rhyme."

"Shut up Jonathan. What do you know? Here you go, final resting place of Ghost man." I said, arriving at camp and climbing into Ghost's sleeping bag. I grudgingly let Ghost's mind go blank and let him back out. He sat up. Looked around, sighed, and fell back asleep. 

Pff. Loser. I can't imagine losing memories and being okay with it!

I sat down and began to search the mind. After what happened with Bill, something's felt off... Something big. Gregory was still in the back corner of our little mindspace, not caring and all the memories we keep from Johnny were there... Was that little rip in his mind always there? 

I'll have to check that out later...