Hawkins was a sleepy town. The last traffic jam to plague the streets was the bridge accident of 1988. The last murder was a year before. The quaint town square was never bustling, and the church bells rang every Sunday. The last major scandal was the mayor cheating on his wife. Hawkins, in essence, was painfully average.
But, soon, it would be known for being both strange, and unusual.
The power company loomed over the town on it's hilltop throne, looking over it's domain with a blocky body and small windows. Brutalism at it's finest. The power company had a few too many company vans leaving in and out of it's premises, most never going to a single call. The power company had a tall, chain link fence with razor wire at the top, and high end security. The power company had a helipad, and used it frequently. The power company, you could say, was strange and unusual.
Deep within the depths of that sinister looking frame was a terrible secret. A crime against humanity, certainly. There was a room with white washed walls and one, small window. There was a cot, bolted to the floor and dressed in only a single blanket. There was a slot in the door for food to be pushed through, although it happened irregularly and sometimes even sparsely. There was a young girl, talking to no one.
There was, what other people couldn't see, a demon.
"I can't believe this shit," The green haired man snapped in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a pack a day smoker. "Fourteen hours?! I've see flies live longer than that! I've seen Kardashians stay married longer than that!" He wore a grimy, striped suit. He was stocky, his hair wild and defying gravity, his teeth a little too sharp and yellow. He had what looked suspiciously like moss growing in his hairline and on the back of his neck. "These fuckers can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to scrape together the shit they have the audacity to call food for fourteen hours?!"
He wasn't yelling at the girl. He was more just yelling at the empty ceiling above them.
But, soon, it would be known for being both strange, and unusual.
The power company loomed over the town on it's hilltop throne, looking over it's domain with a blocky body and small windows. Brutalism at it's finest. The power company had a few too many company vans leaving in and out of it's premises, most never going to a single call. The power company had a tall, chain link fence with razor wire at the top, and high end security. The power company had a helipad, and used it frequently. The power company, you could say, was strange and unusual.
Deep within the depths of that sinister looking frame was a terrible secret. A crime against humanity, certainly. There was a room with white washed walls and one, small window. There was a cot, bolted to the floor and dressed in only a single blanket. There was a slot in the door for food to be pushed through, although it happened irregularly and sometimes even sparsely. There was a young girl, talking to no one.
There was, what other people couldn't see, a demon.
"I can't believe this shit," The green haired man snapped in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a pack a day smoker. "Fourteen hours?! I've see flies live longer than that! I've seen Kardashians stay married longer than that!" He wore a grimy, striped suit. He was stocky, his hair wild and defying gravity, his teeth a little too sharp and yellow. He had what looked suspiciously like moss growing in his hairline and on the back of his neck. "These fuckers can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to scrape together the shit they have the audacity to call food for fourteen hours?!"
He wasn't yelling at the girl. He was more just yelling at the empty ceiling above them.