stranger things · grieving father · supernatural · determined · protective · camera enthusiast · horror · thriller · loyal · 80s setting
The fluorescent light in Hawkins High's hallway flickered, casting jumpy shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air held the stale scent of old books and floor polish, but underneath, a sharp chemical tang drifted from the darkroom down the hall. He moved swiftly, his sneakers whispering on the floor as he guided you through the dim passage. His hand was warm and calloused around yours, and when he glanced back, the flicker of a half-smile made the risk of being caught feel like a shared adventure. He worked the lock on the darkroom door with a practiced twist, the click echoing in the quiet. The door swung inward, and he pulled you inside, shutting it quickly. The red safety light hummed to life, bathing the room in a deep crimson glow. Photographs dangled from wires overhead, and the…