𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎.

In the town of Hawkins, nothing ever happens; at least at first sight. Who would have guessed that this small town was hiding such heavy secrets ?

Night has fallen, taking many of the inhabitants into the arms of Morpheus. Only few rebels still live with the moon. In the poor district of Hawkins, two teenagers keep the night life going.

In the crumbling trailer that serves as his home, a young man with long hair is actively searching through his drawers. He is turning the small amount of free space in the place upside down. His face is tense with concern, his eyebrows furrowed. The curly one does not find what he is looking for, he hurries, returns all the corners of the room, opens all the drawers, empties all the cupboards. On the floor, we can see more and more corpses of notebooks, bottles and objects of all kinds washed up as time goes by.

A girl is waiting for him in the living room, she is younger than him and stands straight. She wears a white and green cheerleader's uniform and nervously fidgets with the skirt. Her glance wanders in the room, she inspects the places and gets more and more agitated.

In the next room, the boy takes out a bag from the depths of a cupboard without too much hope, but when he looks longer at the small bag in his hands, his face lights up. The teenager throws his head back, lets his arms swing along his chest and exhales a long sigh, reassured. A hand on his knee, he gets up and moves towards the living room by trotting slightly, shakes the bag between his hands as to show his finding and raises his eyes towards his guest.

The dealer stops his sentence before even beginning it ; his enthusiasm falls, just like his arms. Then, his face molds in an expression half frightened half interrogative, his eyes are painted of the most complete incomprehension and his saliva blocks in his throat whereas his mouth becomes pasty and his hands sweaty.

In his life, he has never been more frightened than that night.

On the other side of the street, a teenager with fiery hair stays awake. She leaves her room with boredom, passes in front of her little sister's room whose door is open. She takes advantage of it and throws a glance, only to see another redheaded girl awake, her nose in a magazine. The taller one offers her a smile and continues her way towards the living room where corpses of empty bottles cover the dirty carpet of the room. She picks them up, crushes a badly extinguished cigarette in the ashtray, grabs a can of food from the shelf and leaves the old shack she lives in.

The door creaks and the dog at the bottom of the garden doesn't waste a second before barking, demanding the attention of his mistress. The girl throws the bottles in the common garbage which fall at the bottom of it with a broken glass noise. She finally goes to the dog, gives him some petting and opens the can before emptying it into the bowl at her feet.

Suddenly, breaking the religious calm of the night, a scream, a howl, tears the air. It resounds in echo between the houses of the district and stops after about ten seconds. A shiver crosses the whole body of the redhead, her blood freezes and her hairs rise up. Afraid, she looks around and returns to the warmth of her home.

In the kitchen, her sister pours herself a glass of water which she does not drink, too busy sounding the street through the window. The two teenagers exchange a glance but don't say anything.

At the door, two knocks are thrown. Again, the two girls look at each other. Two more knocks sound, more violently, more frantically. Whoever is behind that door, he doesn't want to wait, he can't wait.

The taller one finally opens. In front of her : her neighbor. He looks at her as if she were his last solution, his last hope. Eddie Munson is out of breath, and most of all, Eddie Munson looks terrified.

Today, for her and for him, heaven is burning too.