She lives at the top of the conveniently named Hand Witch Mountain where her entire host of living disembodied hands capture us and bring us to her. Looks like the only way to get Shakey and Scratchy back is to go find that witch, apologize, and return the watch. No amount of expired cider could ever erase that). Life without hands? Harder than it looks, even when your favorite grand-niece fashions you some out of glitter glue and forks (just be glad you never saw what happened with the ones she made out of scissors. Oh right, I drank so much expired apple cider after that day to wipe it from my memory. Our first story comes with this severed living hand, and is called – HANDS OFF!! Some of our most fascinating exhibits are for sale at this time, and each one comes with a fascinating tale I just made up, one meant to shiver the spine and tingle your…tingler! Instead, I’m taking you all on a spooooky midnight tour of the Mystery Shack. What is this, daytime TV? The point is, we’re not going into any supernatural mushy stuff. Good evening, wary traveler! If you’re wondering why I’m here instead of that other person who’s writing these things, well, she’s, uh, gone on vacation this week so she left me in charge of talking about my family and the weird stuff that goes on when we’re together. …What? Why you lookin’ at me funny? What’s a basement?! It’s dangerous, but at least it’s a distraction from the basement… Gravity Falls has got gremlins, goblins, gremloblins, zombies, gnomes, and all sorts of spooky stuff that my family loves chasing around. So this summer my nephew decided to ship his kids Dipper and Mabel over to my place, the Mystery Shack, to stay with their beloved great-uncle Grunkle Stan (that’s me.) Between you and me though, the real mystery is what goes on outside the Shack. Hey, you new around here? Go HERE to read the review for “Tourist Trapped”, the first of my grandniece and nephew’s, uh, “adventures”.
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