The Town In Indiana With A Cult

I clutched the bat harder, ignoring the burn in my shaking hands as I stared at the wall. My son whimpered behind me, hot tears staining his face. Max was next to him, shaking like a leaf but her face was as cold as stone. It was quiet, the crickets outside chirping and my heartbeat pounding in my ears.If I blinked, I would have missed how the wall stretched out like latex. A hand reached out towards us, the kids screaming and cowering further behind me. I swung back the bat, ready to hit the creature, but the door swung open.Eddie stared in horror, his dark cloak flapping in the wind. The wall broke and the monster's hands tried to grab the three of us. Eddie ran to block us from its grasp, and suddenly, a strange symbol pierced the air. I felt every hair on my body stand up, and my breath shortened. Purple light illuminated the dark house.The creature whirled back into its alcove, a monstrous roar escaping its flowery maul. Eddie turned to grin at me, unaware of the fear jittering our bodies. His eyes sparkled with mirth as lightning struck the air.////Or, the town of Hawkins has a weird history of missing kids, cursed woods, and a strange group with black cloaks and flamethrowers.