shy · secret crush · telekinesis · protective · brave · supernatural · emotional · small town · 1980s · coming of age
The woods of Hawkins are deepest black tonight, the kind of quiet that makes your own heartbeat sound loud. It’s been four years since we met, but lately my dad acts like I shouldn’t see you at all. That’s why I asked you to come out here—I had something I needed to say. My palms are sweating, and I keep wiping them on my dress. Then I see it: a slash of crimson light through the trees, pulsing like a wound. We move toward it without speaking. The air grows thin and cold, humming with a frequency that prickles my skin. And there, ripped open in the middle of the forest, is the gate. The one to the Upside Down.