Christmas Lights From Stranger Things Novels & Stories

V. Drax strolled toward his car in the underground garage, softly humming a tune to himself when the overhead fluorescent lights began to flicker. He glanced up at the erratic lighting but kept walking, trying to ignore the eerie sensation that had gripped him. The previous night, a man had nearly strangled him in his sleep. Drax had fought back, but the intruder was unusually strong and strangely scentless, dressed entirely in black. The intruder had vanished out of his window when Drax raised an alarm.

Kiara After offering Santa his fill of my milk and cookies, we settle down to watch "Home Alone" and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." As the night deepens, we change into some warm clothes. Then, Trey prepares hot chocolate, filling thermoses for our Christmas lights adventure. Excitement courses through me as we drive through the illuminated streets, the colorful displays creating a magical atmosphere. As we pull up to the Botanical Garden, I find myself practically bouncing with anticipation.

I’ve had a dinner party at this house and spent Christmas here, but I have never seen anything this big before. The house has more lights strung than when I last saw it. Practically every tree and bush have lights on them, the house almost looks like Cinderella’s castle in Disney World at Christmas. The driveway is packed with cars, how many people are coming to this party? I just thought it was a celebration for Jen and Chase as we bring in the New Year. Once we finally get parked, so we are not trapped in or blocking anybody else we climb out of the car.

The crackling light illuminated the stranger as it burnt away the layers of healing skin, causing the fresh blood to sizzle on the surface before dripping onto the leaves below. The stranger was only a child. His young age was obvious from his rounded face and black spiked hair. His light skin was splattered all over with moles, partially hidden by his oversized blue longs and black jumper pushed up to his elbows. His right wrist was branded with a large grey armband that had a small screen and a flashing red bulb below that. His young friend had the same armband secured to his wrist. He didn’t seem bothered that the flashing bulb was giving away his position at all. If anything, he looked b

Because of obligation and maybe because Christmas has a way of dragging you back to places you swore you survived. But the truth settles in my chest the moment the gates open and I realize that’s the stupid lie I keep telling myself as the car climbs the last stretch of the mountain road, tires crunching softly over thin ice. The sky is already dark even though it’s barely evening, the kind of early winter darkness that makes everything feel heavier than it should. Surprisingly there were Christmas lights that seem to flicker faintly in the distance, giving a warm glow against the cold. Such mundane festive displays look wrong up here.

Brady did most of the carrying, and they set out across the street, their boots crunching through the snow as Christmas music serenaded them, piped through the downtown speaker system. Several ladders had been brought by townsfolk. Brady grabbed one and carried it over to the lamppost, volunteering to climb it while Noelle stayed on the ground, which was fine with her. Her mother’s words about a man having the willingness to climb a ladder in the snow came to mind, and she smiled. “Let’s put the lights on first,” she said, handing up the ones they’d chosen, a battery operated white strand that was supposed to twinkle. “I’m not much of a designer,” Brady admitted. “Let me know how it’s lookin

“We’re the only house left out.” “Let me lend a hand,” Lia offered, pushing aside the storm in her head. “Thanks, sweetheart. Could you get the LED lights from the garage?” Stacey asked, already halfway up a stepladder to hang a garland. “Sure thing,” Lia said, walking toward the garage. ****** The air in the garage was cool, smelling faintly of dust and pine from the stored decorations. Boxes were stacked unevenly against the wall, each labeled from past holidays, Christmas Eve 2022, Ornaments, Winter Lights.

she says, sounding relaxed as I hear another snarl cut off. “If you like these lights, we can have Meadow and Maeve, or maybe we can have Tate come over and he can make lights for Christmas in the colors you want. They could be bigger like the witchy lights or smaller, like your necklace,” I say seeing her look down at her glowing necklace. It looks like the butterflies have gone to sleep for the night. “Would it be too much to ask for both?” she asks, getting excited.

The morning after the spark froze my bedroom door shut, the whole packhouse was vibrating with tension. Not from fear. From Christmas lights. Every strand of lights in the building blinked at mismatched intervals like they were possessed by a toddler who had found the switch. And every time a bulb blinked, the portal symbols the spark had carved into my floor shimmered with it. Lucian stood in the hallway staring at a string of lights like they were a personal enemy. “Stop blinking at me. Stop it right now.”

My body trembled in fear, and my shoulder started to shake as I sobbed uncontrollably. I was startled when two of the trees on both sides of the path shone. I raised my head to see the trees adorned with Christmas lights. I was still sniffling when I stood up, placing Albert's bracelet in my pocket, I made another step. Another pair of trees shone as the bulb light turned on. They looked like the fireflies in the woods. I narrowed my eyes, but the lighted bulbs didn't help my eyes adjust in the dark. As I made another step, pair of trees would twinkle beautifully.