Christmas Lights From Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Holding their hands, we walked into the compound. And I froze. “Aww…” I breathed out. The place was beautifully decorated with colorful balloons, themed banners, cartoon characters like PJ Masks and Ben 10, even a mini football setup. “This is lovely…” “Mommy, Debra ma’am brought people to decorate everything!” Hayden said proudly, gesturing excitedly around. “Wow…” I whispered, genuinely amazed. My heart swelled with gratitude. I really need to thank her… “Aunt Sophia!” the other kids chorused, rushing toward me.

However, I couldn't bring myself to be just friends when I wanted to make her be so much more. The town is all decked out for the human’s seasonal festivities. Stores put up their vitrine displays in red and green, while others opt for a more winter wonderland tone of whites and blues. Maya and I drive through town every year just to contemplate the Christmas lights after nightfall. Each block has a distinct set of illuminated figures. This year, the street leading to the post office has snowflakes and shooting stars on alternated post lamps. It would be a good date night with Bea. She will enjoy the Christmas lights’ magic. I open the car window slightly, letting the street air filled with

Since we met, he's been trying to spend a holiday with me, this Christmas will be our first. Finally the car stops, the mansion visible through the trees and snow. Christmas lights surround the front porch, lighting up the space between the mansion and the trees as lights are draped between. "It's beautiful." I say in awe, my face pressed against the glass. "You never seen Christmas lights?" Luther frowns. "Never had a Christmas." I say. "I'll record, you go first." Luther says, and I open the car door and slide out, closing it as quietly as I can.

Xavier and Yesha are deeply asleep; Xavier is cuddling Yesha, while Yesha's head uses Xavier's arm as a pillow. I didn't have to guess what just happened, seeing that they were probably naked, and the only thing covering their bodies was the blanket they were sharing. "Oh shit!" I silently muttered when I noticed Xavier frowning. It helped me finally find my ability to walk, as I immediately but silently left the room. Before leaving the room, I made sure that the door was locked to make sure that the people inside remained clueless that I got inside their room and saw what I shouldn't see.

When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief. Now he just to find a perfect, decent girl. While he thought about how he could find a woman like that, he turned his eyes to the car window. It’s already dark outside, and there aren’t that many people to be seen there, and the cars are few and far between. He looked around at the remote party near the bridge and seemed he saw something strange. He called the driver and ordered him to slow down. It’s strange why does he sees like there was a small voice urging him to go near that figurine. “ Mico stop for a while” he ordered.

She pulls out her phone, I assume in an effort to call someone to come get her. I wait for the realization to hit her. Her phone won't work. She looks down at the screen, then to me; her face screams anger but her eyes appear scared. The lights flick off, causing her to squeal, but they instantly come back on. Under the steady hum of the fixture above, I open the door, gesturing in a motion to invite her in.

The two of them stayed as close as they could to one another as they wove their way through the crowds. Eventually, they got within a couple blocks of Town Hall and both of them slowed down and pulled themselves to the side. The Christmas light display was fantastic. Every tree that lined each side of the street was done up in white and gold lights. The street lights and signs all had either light-up snowflakes or holly leaves. The entirety of the Town Hall building was cast in bright green and red dots. Like a synchronized laser pointer, they danced and criss-crossed about the beautiful architecture.

The streetlight closest to us turned off, followed by the next one and the next one. “They’re witches…” Brandon trailed off, his voice uneasy. Clara glared at Brandon, but the fierce expression was ruined by her fear, “did you really think you could bring her here without someone noticing?” Little by little the street was plunged into absolute darkness, increasing the feeling in my gut until I was one hundred percent sure of its source. The only streetlamp still lit was the one the strangers stood beneath, and within half a second, that one went out too. I took a step back, unable to peer through the darkness that had swallowed the witch’s whole.

The next day, I found Christian on the packhouse roof helping Marcus string lights. My skeptical Alpha, who'd questioned everything about Christmas. On a roof. Hanging lights. “Admit you like it,” I called up. “I'm ensuring proper electrical safety.” “You're having fun.” “Those are different things.” “Christian's been humming Jingle Bells for an hour,” Marcus said. “Traitor,” Christian muttered. Young warrior Jackson approached Christian for advice on light placement. The respect in Jackson's voice, the way Christian carefully explained his reasoning—it hit me that Christian was fully invested now.

Takoda would always answer me, sometimes with actual words, and sometimes with a quick, knowing look. By the time the borders of town finally appeared between the trees again, the afternoon sun sat much lower in the winter sky. The small town looked exactly like a classic Christmas card. White powder covered the rooftops, pale smoke curled from brick chimneys, and twisting Christmas lights were already beginning to glow as the daylight faded out. Winter Lights season had fully arrived. Suddenly, my phone buzzed violently in my pocket. Then it buzzed a second time, and then a third. I didn't even have to lift the device to know the culprit.