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THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET
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CHAPTER TWO

Hawkins, Indiana
November, 1983

" IS THERE A NUMBER WE CAN CALL FOR YOUR PARENTS? " Mike asked gently. The girl didn't answer, she simply breathed faster. "Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?" Dustin blurted out. "Did you run away?" Lucas asked, already suspicious, watching her every twitch.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Mike asked, his voice softening again. Lucas squinted, leaning in closer, "Is that blood?" His hand reached toward the smear of blood on her arm. "Stop it! You're freaking her out!" Mike snapped, slapping Lucas's hand away.

"She's freaking me out!" Lucas shot back.

"I bet she's deaf," Dustin guessed, then suddenly clapped loudly right in front of her to test his theory. The girl flinched automatically.

"Not deaf.." Dustin said, startled. "All right, that's enough, all right? She's just scared and cold." Mike said, moving toward a basket of clean clothes. He rummaged through it, he pulled out a pair then held them out. "Here, these are clean, okay?"

The girl took them carefully, like she expected them to be snatched back. She shrugged off the soaked brown jacket then rose to her feet, her hands finding the hem of her shirt to lift.

"No! No! No!" Mike yelped, grabbing her shirt before she lifted it any higher. Lucas and Dustin spun around, shouting over each other.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Dustin squeaked, covering his eyes. Mike pointed quickly, "See over there?"

The girl's gaze followed his finger, "That's the bathroom, privacy. Get it?" Mike spoke.

She clutched the clothes and moved into the doorway. Mike began to close the door gently until her hand shot out, gripping the edge with surprising force.

"You don't want it close..?" Mike froze.

"No."

Mike blinked, "Oh, so you can speak."

Her eyes stayed locked on his, "Okay, um—well.. how about we just deep the door.." He pushed it closed slowly, leaving a small gap. "Just like this"

"Is that better?"

"Yes.." She spoke softly. Mike exhaled then returned to the others. "This is mental" Dustin muttered. "At least she can talk" Mike spoke. "She said 'no' and 'yes.' Your three-year-old sister says more." Lucas scoffed at Mike. "She tried to get naked!" Dustin cried out. "There's something seriously wrong with her."

"Like wrong in the head" Lucas tapped his temple. "Dustin mimed ripping off a shirt, "She just went like.."

Lucas suspicion sharpened, "I bet she escaped from Pennhurst, or maybe the place where N/n is from.."