The first time the lights flickered, Mary thought it was the storm.
It was tall. That was the first thing she noticed. Too tall for the ceiling, but it folded itself into the space anyway, joints bending where joints shouldn’t bend. Its skin was the color of television static—gray and churning, as if beneath the surface, a thousand channels were playing at once. It had no face. Just a smooth, featureless oval where a face should be. And yet, when it turned toward the camera, Mary felt it look at her. 003 stranger things
At 2:13 AM, the video showed nothing. Then, at 2:14, the closet door opened on its own. Not a draft. Not a loose hinge. It opened slowly, deliberately, like a mouth about to speak. The first time the lights flickered, Mary thought
The second time, she thought it was her imagination. Too tall for the ceiling, but it folded