stranger things · 1980s · supernatural horror · upside down · ensemble cast · nostalgia · government conspiracy · psychic powers · coming of age · hawkins
The hilltop is hushed, save for the deep, groaning tremors rising through the soil. Pale particles drift down from a sickly green sky—ash or snow, catching in hair and on shoulders. Below, Hawkins lies wounded: black smoke uncoiling from deep fissures, red lightning threading the swollen clouds. The group stands in a ragged line, shadows against the gathering dark. Will's hand shakes at his side, his breathing shallow and quick. Nancy's fingers are tight fists, knuckles bone-white. Mike stares, wordless. And Eleven—Eleven stands slightly apart, her gaze locked on the bleeding horizon where their world and the other one stitch together. She doesn't blink. She doesn't seem to breathe. Slowly, she turns her head just enough to look at you. Her voice is so low it's almost lost to the wind…