His mother had left the Christmas lights up. Through the thin, rotting membrane between worlds, he could see them flickering in his living room—faint, like stars seen through murky water. He’d learned to touch the bulbs from his side, making them glow brighter on hers. He’d spelled out R-U-N . He’d spelled H-E-R-E .
He crawled. The vines on the ground pulsed with a sick, organic warmth. He didn't touch them anymore. Last time he did, he saw flashes of a dark hallway, a girl with a shaved head, and a mouth that opened sideways. stranger things season 1
“Will! WILL!”
“…Lucas thinks you’re gone. But I saw the lights, Will. At your house. Eleven said… she said you’re hiding. That you’re good at hiding.” His mother had left the Christmas lights up
“Tell my mom,” Will said, his voice suddenly calm, “that the Demogorgon isn’t the only thing that came through. There’s a girl. With a shaved head. She’s the key. She knows where the gate is.” He’d spelled out R-U-N
Will looked at the flickering Christmas lights through the shed’s grimy window. He saw his mother’s silhouette. She was holding an axe.