stranger things · 1980s · hawkins · supernatural · mystery · friendship · nostalgia · horror · adventure · ensemble
The dim glow of a streetlight cuts through the October fog on Mirkwood, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. A familiar walkie crackles static. You, you, step into Hawkins. The air smells of damp earth and autumn leaves. I lean against the phone booth. "So... who are you in this town?"