Y/N Mayfield, Max Mayfield's twin sister, has a life that's anything but ordinary. Strange things seem to follow her wherever she goes. What happens when she crosses paths with four boys? Will she trust them... or fall for one of them? And as the st...
Joyce hurried over and injected Will with the sleeping serum. Within moments, his body went limp, and he quickly passed out. In the distance, faint screeching and roaring echoed through the woods, sending shivers down our spines.
"They're coming!" Jonathan exclaimed, hurrying over to untie Will.
"Come on, come on. We got to go," Jonathan urged, glancing nervously toward the dark tree line.
"Come on, come on, let's go! Let's go!" Hopper barked, and we all followed after him, rushing toward the house with our hearts pounding.
Once inside, we crowded near the windows, scanning for any sign of those things. Suddenly, Hopper stormed in, gun in hand.
"Hey, hey! Get away from the windows!" Hopper yelled, and we all scrambled back toward him. I quickly grabbed my pocket knife, holding it at the ready, muscles tense and alert.
"Do you know how to use this?" Hopper asked Jonathan, holding the gun out.
"What?"
"Can you use this!?!" Hopper demanded, urgency in his voice.
"I can," Nancy said, stepping forward and taking the gun confidently from him.
Everyone fell into position. Nancy, Hopper, and Steve moved to the front, forming a protective line, while the rest of us stayed close behind. Both Nancy and Hopper had guns ready, Steve gripped his nailed bat tightly, Lucas held his slingshot at the ready, and Mike clutched a trophy or candlestick like a weapon.
"Seriously, a candlestick?" I whispered sarcastically.
"Shut up! It's the only thing I could grab! Better than nothing!" he whispered-yelled. We then heard more screeching, and I got my knife ready for action.
We heard more growling and thuds coming from different directions, causing us to turn toward different sections of the room.
"What are they doing?" Nancy asked.
The screeching suddenly stopped, and a demo-dog came crashing through the window and lay limp on the floor of the Byers'. We all let out a scream.
"Holy shit."
"Is it dead?"
Hopper stepped forward, his boot hovering over the creature, and gave its head a cautious nudge. It didn't move, lying there in a grotesque heap, but the relief was short-lived. The house's door creaked loudly, the sound slicing through the tense silence, and all of our heads snapped toward it.
The lock rattled, then clicked. Something on the outside had unlocked it and pushed it open slowly, the hinges groaning under the weight. Shadows stretched long across the walls, and the flickering light caught on the edges of something moving just beyond the doorway.
It was a girl?...
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