The Upside Down (Stranger Things Season 2)

The Upside Down

After she heard the explosion, she closed her eyes. She could feel the cold surrounding her. Her nose bleeds down her small chin and she smelled the familiar stench of disease. Eleven, the telepathic girl with incredible powers, finally opened her eyes.

"Mike?" she asked into the dark void. "Mike?!" she screamed.

Eleven observed her surroundings. The world around her was similar to the one she had just left, but cold, and dark, just like Will had said. The ground decayed and released a scent so putrid her eyes watered. The whole world around her was dead. Dead trees haunted the shadows in which she hid, shrieking at her to run. Run from what? Maybe she was imagining all of this. 

Click, click, click. Eleven wiped the blood from her nose. Click. Click. Clicckkk. She knew what was coming. She knew she was trapped in this dark world with it. She knew she'd have to fight to survive. Eleven ran through the woods, dodging the trees that reached for her and fell into a ditch. The ditch glowed, brilliant with green light that lit up the depressing world. Eleven struggled to crawl out of the ditch and stepped upon the source of light to boost herself out. A crack was heard and she peered back into the ditch. It wasn't just a light source. Crack. It was a life source. An egg. What was it that Mike had called it? Demagorgon. This was its egg. 

"Mike!" she cried for help. A larger creature sounded close by, probably the alpha demagorgon. Eleven sprinted out of the woods and found herself in a neighborhood. Her first instinct was to enter a house and hide. She tried the door of house 1139, on Walkers Avenue. The door was locked, so she ran up to the closest window and kicked it in, making a loud clash. Bad choice. Eleven crawled in anyways, avoiding the broken glass on the floor. She took in her new scenery. A small house, similar to Mike's, but full of pictures of different faces. She longed to see Mike's face again, but she had no time to dwell on it. She ran up the stairs and ran down the carpeted hallway. She snuck into the last room and locked the door behind her. Eleven's heart was beating so fast that she couldn't hear anything but. Only her breaths broke up the steady sound of her heart. She was finally alone, finally safe, for now. Eleven felt some ease and relaxed as she  slid under the covers of the stranger's bed. 

"Pretty." she whispered as she examined the pink frilly blankets. Eleven's eyes drooped shut as she escaped into her dreams. Dreams of her friends. Dreams of safety. Dreams of love. That is, until she heard soft sobs from the closet behind her. 

Eleven froze. She swiftly jumped out of bed and ran to the other side of the room. The closet door remained closed. After several minutes, the sobbing stopped. Eleven walked over to the closet and listened carefully. Somebody or something was whispering to itself. Dare she find out who? She decided it was either fight or flight. Eleven slowly opened the closet door, revealing a mutilated human figure. A skinny, starving, dirty figure presented itself before her. The person looked up without strength.

"Help me." she barely whispered.

After observing the body, Eleven finally came to her senses and realized the severity of all this. She finally spoke back to the girl, so quiet that the demagorgon couldn't possibly hear her.

"Barb?"