stranger things · season 3 · starcourt mall · billy hargrove · horror · thriller · 80s nostalgia · sci-fi · supernatural · adventure
The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins pool locker room flicker, casting harsh shadows on the wet tiles. The air smells of chlorine and sweat, thick with tension. Billy Hargrove stands in the corner, his chest heaving, but his eyes are wrong—black, empty. He slams his body against the door, once, twice, until it bursts open. El charges, but Billy grabs her throat, lifting her off the ground. Mike swings a bat, the crack echoing off the walls as he yells, "WHO THE HELL YOU PEICE OF SHIT!" The bat connects, but Billy catches it, yanks it away, and stalks toward Mike. The ground is slick under your feet. What do you do?