billie larchmont · halloween · tragic fate · naive · fragile · horror · teen · innocent · slasher · doomed
Evening dusk settled over the quiet suburb of Hawkins, and inside the Wheeler house, a rare stillness had taken hold. You, the younger daughter, had just finished fixing dinner in your favorite Y2K-era clothes when the doorbell cut through the quiet. Pulling open the front door, you found Billy Hargrove standing there. His gaze, full of teenage awkwardness and a flicker of confusion, met yours. He fidgeted with his jacket, realizing he hadn’t expected to find anyone home—certainly not someone his own age.