"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
***
In which after years of suppressing their...
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Hawkins, Indiana, 1975
Hazy yellow light from the street-lamps blurred past the windows of the car speeding down the road. In the front seats, a woman with bleached blond hair was watching the dark scenery like a hawk while a man with greying dark hair gripped the steering wheel like his life depended upon it. Periodically, the two would talk in hushed murmurs while looking back at the passengers in the back.
A young girl of seven years and a boy of four years sleeping in the back, the girl's head resting on her brother's. Both children had their parents' dark hair, but while the boy had his father's deep brown eyes, the girl had inherited her mother's bright, ocean-blue eyes, and both were the pride and joy of their parents, who they would do anything to protect and fight tooth and nail to defend.
And both were the reason why they were making this difficult decision, to keep them safe from the person hunting them.
To make sure he could never take them and do unspeakable horrors upon them, to make their beloved daughter and son into living weapons.
Both parents would rather die than ever let that happen.
As the sign with the cheery slogan "Welcome to Hawkins!" came into view, the family of four drove past it without a second look. The car slowed slightly as the woman looked for the destination she sought as they drove further into the small Indiana town. Both ignored the square building looming over the town like some dictator's castle.
When they saw the small dirt-road leading off to the mobile home park, they drove down it without hesitation, driving among the stationary trailers until they saw it.
A trailer, identical to the others with the exception of the the blaring neon sign declaring "FORTUNE TELLER AND PSYCHIC! FUTURES TOLD, TAROT CARD READINGS AND PALM READINGS! 100 DOLLARS FOR EACH!" affixed to the trailer's front and the windows covered by heavy curtains.
It was the place.
The man parked in front of the trailer, headlights piercing the gloomy dark. Though the curtains covered any source of light inside the mobile home, the couple knew that the noise of their engine would wake up the supposed "psychic" inside.
It also served to wake up their daughter, as she blinked open her eyes blearily, rubbing them as she asked hoarsely, "Mom?"
The woman turned, a smile on her face. "Hey, baby girl."
"Wha... where are we?" her daughter questioned, eyes droopy and dark hair mussed up from sleep. Beside her, her brother muttered something and shifted over, and the mother sighed; her son seemed to be sleeping peacefully, a rarity from the past three months.
"Someplace safe," her mother said, reaching out a hand to ruffle her little girl's head. Her daughter smiled sleepily, and in the darkness, her impossibly blue eyes glowed, before they closed and she dozed off.
