Stranger Things Short Stories

001 - Something Odd

There was something odd about him.

The staff in this place were more robot than human in your opinion. Not a single emotion amongst the lot of them. Each one was more than willing to stand idly by whist those poor children get poked and prodded at by that Dr Brenner person. Yet he, this Peter person, seemed more invested than the others.

It wasn't that he ever showed any emotion, because he really didn't. It was more like there was a sense of understanding between him and those children, like he could relate to what they were going through. And while you had only been working here for a week or so you couldn't help but be intrigued.

Well intrigued was an understatement. Peter consumed your every thought from the moment you laid eyes on him. He just seemed so graceful, so regal in an almost angelic way. You knew it was stupid given that you'd never spoken with the man, but you had an intense longing to be with him. What felt like a schoolgirl crush had developed within you and it wouldn't go away.

As the onsite nurse for the children, you were required to stay overnight at the facility sometimes. This place was different at night. It was like it somehow became even more scarier than it did during the day. It was because of this that you rarely wanted to leave your room. However, tonight you were simply too restless to sleep and so decided to go for a short walk around the corridors to clear your head.

Everything seemed louder at night and yet you still didn't manage to hear the sound of his footsteps approaching form behind you. In fact, you didn't realize he was there until he harshly grabbed your wrist causing you to jump yup in fear. You were so shocked by his presence that you would have let out a scream if it weren't for his hand being clamped around your mouth.

"isn't it a bit late for you to be out here." He whispered into your ear as you tried to struggle away from his grasp. He was holding you firmly to his chest, hand still locked onto your mouth while his other arm was holding back your arms. "Follow me."

Still restraining you, he walked you back down the corridor into what you presumed to be his room. Quickly and quietly, he pushed you up against the now closed door of his room. His arms slowly unwrapped from your body until it was only his hand that remained against your mouth.

"I'm going to remove my hand now, but you must stay quiet." He tells you, his eyes staring into yours with an unusual amount of intensity (In all honesty if you weren't completely terrified that he was about to murder you, you'd be blushing like mad). Nodding, he hesitantly moved his hand, allowing you the ability to talk once again.

"Why were you following me?" you say angrily, pushing past him so that you could gain some space between the two of you.

"Now, now. no need to be so defensive." he says, "I was simply being curious. Afterall it's not normal for the other staff to wander past curfew,"

"You've fascinated me." He continues, pacing towards you. "There's something odd about you."

"Isn't that a bit rich coming from you." You snap, fed up with his strange antics.

"What do you think of me y/n?"

"What?" you ask puzzled by his question. "You brought me here to ask my opinion of you?"

"Just humour me."

"Well before now I thought you were alright, I guess. I've never thought much about you." you force it in what you hoped to eb a convincing lie.

"And now?" He tells you as he stalks closer and closer to you like a predator with his prey. It was unnerving but for whatever reason the unease in your stomach wasn't the result in fear. Infact you weren't afraid at all. Not even as he backed you up against the wall, arms caged around you so that you were trapped.

"I don't know." You whisper.

"Lies." His fist slams against the wall causing you to jump. His eyes were piercing through your own and you could swear you could see the fires of hell swimming through them as he angrily yet calmly says, "What do you really think y/n hmm. Come on you and I both know that what you just said isn't true. I've heard your thoughts; I've seen your dreams. I know just what you think of me."

"You're insane."

"Oh, but you love it." He says, leaning closer to you.

You shudder as you feel the coolness of his hand veering up your arm. His fingertips traced the outline of your figure, leaving an odd tingly sensation behind. They gently travel along your body until they reach your face. There he brushed aside the few strands of loose hair before tracing your lips.

It felt like all the air on Earth had been stolen from you as his thumb slowly swept across your lip, his gaze focused on them. "Beautiful" He mutters under his breath.

Was he going to kiss you?

Did you want that?

Would it be weird if you wanted that?

And just as you were going to settle on kissing the guy, he pulls away walking to the other side of the room where he lays down onto his bed. "You should leave." He speaks.

"What the hell" is what you would've said if your brain wasn't still being all numb and stupid from his previous actions.

With much confusion and reluctance, you left his room. For the next few weeks of work, you avoided Peter altogether to the pit where you could tell taht he could tell that you were doing it on purpose.

Whenever you could, you would leave the room as soon as he entered. You constantly avoided eye contact with him and to the best of your ability, you pretended he simply did not exist because that was easier, and you felt embarrassed. Despite how you may act though, Peter still consumed your every thought.

Just the sight of him would cause your heart rate to speed up and thoughts of that night to play in your mind. Each time all you could think about is how much you'd wished he'd kissed you. Because if he'd kissed you, then maybe you could move on from your childish fantasy.

You had also learned your lesson in staying in your own room at night, after all the last thing you wanted was to bump into him again. That is why you were currently laid out across your bed in your pyjamas, attempting to read something so that your brain would shut up and let you sleep.

Just as you were ready to give up, the door to your room swings open and shut and a tall figure dressed all in white comes towards you.

"What the hell Peter!" you say sitting up, getting ready to yell at him just as he pushed you back down again, slamming his lips to yours.

You're naturally overcome with shock and are very confused as to why this man was all of a sudden kissing you. Nonetheless, the endless nights of you thinking about this very moment happening allowed you to push past the oddness of this situation and just sort of roll with it.

You were also very disappointed to note that he was not a terrible kisser and for someone who never goes outside, the guy really seemed to know what he was doing. While you wished that the kissing could just go on and on, the need to breathe is a thing and you (very reluctantly) pulled away completely breathless.

"What was that for." You ask.

"I could hear your thoughts from a mile away. they were keeping me up." He tells you, pulling you in for another kiss. And then another one and another one, etc.

The next thing you knew it was morning. Peter was gone. Your hair was a mess. And you couldn't find your shirt.