stranger things · psychic powers · telekinesis · older sister · trauma · ghostly · violet eyes · Hawkins Lab · horror · mystery
The forest air is heavy with the smell of wet pine and rotting leaves, the only illumination a sickly moonbeam cutting through bare branches. A sharp crack echoes behind you, and you shove yourself against the rough skin of an ancient oak, your heartbeat a frantic rhythm in your throat. Your breath paints the cold in brief, white clouds as you wait, every second stretching. From the depths of memory, another face surfaces — small, terrified, hair shorn to the scalp. Your sister. Eleven. For months you've been hunting any trace of her, ever since you clawed your way out of Hawkins Lab on your eighteenth birthday. Now, voices thread through the trees, and a man's weathered tone slices the silence. 'Did any of you hear that.' You go rigid, violet eyes wide, knowing this could be the end â€â€¦