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╰┈➤Police were now inside our house, looking around. There were Christmas lights up everywhere. Hopper was explaining how Will ended up in the quarry. "A trooper found something in the, uh...water that's at the quarry. Our working theory right now is that Will...crashed his bike, he...made his way over the quarry and, uh...accidentally fell in. The earth must have given way...Joyce? Joyce? Do you understand what i'm saying?"
"No. Whoever you found...is not my boy." I was listening to their whole conversation because I was sitting on the couch, crying. "It's not Will." "Joyce." "No, you don't understand. I talked to him...a half hour ago. He was...he was here. He was...he was talking with these." That explained the many Christmas lights that were around the room.
"Talking?" "Uh-huh. One blink for yes, two for no. And...and, uh...and then I made this so he could talk to me. Cause he was hiding...from that...that thing." She said talking to the Christmas lights that were above letters that had been painted on the wall.
"The thing that came out of the wall? That thing that chased you?" "Yeah." "Mom, come on, please. You've gotta stop this." "No, maybe he's...it's after him! He's in danger. We have to find him! We-"
"What exactly was this thing? It was some kind of animal, you said?" "Uh, no, it was...it was almost...human, but it wasn't. It...it had this long arms and...it didn't have a face." As she was explaining what the 'creature' looked like, Jonathan walked away. "It didn't have a face? Joyce." "It didn't have a face..."
"Joyce, listen to me. Listen to me. After Sarah...I saw her, too. And I heard her. I don't know what was real. And then i figured out that it was in my mind. And i had to pack all that away. Otherwise, i was gonna fall down a hole...that i couldn't get out of."
"No, you're...you're talking about grief. This is different." "I'm just saying to you-" "No, i know what you're saying, Hop. I swear to you, I know what I saw. And i'm not crazy." "I'm not saying that you're crazy." "No...you are. And I understand, but...god, I...I need you to believe me. Please. Please." "Listen...I think you should go to the morgue tomorrow and see him for yourself. It'll give you the answers that you need. But tonight...I want you to try to get some sleep, if you can." Hopper gets up and walks away.
I stand up and walk over to Mom. I sat down and hugged her. After Hopper left the house, I went into my room and sat down on my bed. Holding a pillow. Crying.
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╰┈➤I was woken up by Jonathan. I slept through my alarm. "Come on. We gotta go." It was almost 8am. "We have to see...Will's body."
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╰┈➤We stood, looking through the glass. The man waited for a second and then turned over the blue cover to show Will.
Jonathan walked away. My eyes started to water. "He has a birthmark on his right arm. Can you show that to me please?" Mom said to the man. I walked away crying.
I sat down in between Hopper and Jonathan. "How's your mom doing?" Hopper asked. "I don't know." Jonathan answered.
"How long has this stuff been going on? With the lights and, uh...Will and the thing in the wall?" Hopper asked again. "Since the first phone call, i guess. You know, she's had anxiety problems...in the past. But this...I don't know. I'm worried it could be...I don't know. She'll be okay. We'll be okay. My mom...she's tough." Jonathan said as i put my head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, she is." I said. "Hey, she is." Hopper said to us. "Ma'am!" I jumped as a man's voice yelled. "Ma'am, I need you to sign!" "I don't...I don't know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son!" Mom yelled. "Joyce, wait a second." "No!" She said walking out.
"Mom, will you get in?" Jonathan yelled at her from inside the car. "I need to think. Just go on home." She said. "Mom, will you just get in, please?" Jonathan stopped the car and got out. I stayed in the car. He ran over to her. I see them yelling at each other. People were looking at them. Jonathan came back to the car and then drove me back home.
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╰┈➤Once I got home, music was playing from the inside and mom was yelling. "Come on. Come on! Talk to me! I know you're here!" That was all I could hear. I got inside the house.
"Mom, what are you doing?" She didn't answer. I sat down on the couch. "Mom?" She just looked at me. She was about to say something but was interrupted by a banging sound. I looked over at the wall and she turned the music off.
We both walked over to the wall. It sounded like a child whimpering. "Mom?" I heard a voice say. "Will?" I ran up to the wall. "Will?!" I yelled. "Y/n? Mom?" Will said back to us. "Will!" She ran outside. I stayed.
"Will!" "Y/n!" Mom ran back inside. "Will! I'm here! I'm here!" She said. I ripped the wallpaper down. It showed a weird red goo thing. "Mom?" "Oh, God. Will!" Will was on the other side of the goo.
"Mom, it's coming." Will yelled. "Tell me where you are! How do we get to you?" I yelled at him. "Listen to me! I swear i'm gonna get to you, okay?" Mom said to him. "Mom. Please!" Will yelled.
The wall started to become normal again. "No! No, listen! Listen, I...I will find you, but you have to run now!" "Run! Run!" I yelled. Mom grabbed the axe and started taking out the wall, making a hole in it. I stood back and watched. The red goo wasn't there anymore; instead it was just outside.
I sat in bed. I got up as I heard a car engine. I look through my window and see my asshole, Dad. Great. I sat back down and tried to go to sleep.
