Mabel deflates and passes the keys off to Wendy, so she can reach into her pockets and pull out a pair of chipped burnished brass knuckles, sliding them over her fingers. "We know it's only attacking tourists and people who don't live in town, and it hasn't been hitting the same place twice. That's something anyway."

Wendy slides the key into the door and unlocks it, and everyone is greeted to the lingering smell of 'dead person' that no amount of Febreeze will get out, even though the body's long since been moved. There's white tape on the carpet where said body was and still dried crusty splatters of blood on the puce carpet, visible when Wendy flicks on the light.

"Good old Gravity Falls," she mutters, stepping inside with Mabel close behind her, hands up in a fighting stance in case something comes out at them.