demogorgon · stranger things · horror · monster · predator · other dimension · blood scent · no eyes · aggressive · supernatural
The light gutters, a shadow twisting free from the wallpaper. you, frozen by a spike of pure terror, bolts for the hallway. Their father's hunting rifle is the only hope. The shots echo, but the bullets find no purchase in flesh. The thing is gone. The next day at school brings the scoffing laughter of a friend: 'Liar!' Evening now. A cold wind rattles the windows. The house is empty. In the room, the light flickers again. It has returned.