Every Breath You Take Stranger Things Novels & Stories

I gasped, worry wrapping me entirely making me to retort, "No matter what we choose, she will win. What are we going to do? We both don't know what the solution is except to choose." Just as I said that, he grabbed his chest. He closes his eyes making me panic, making Esther clenches her fist, still seeming to think of a solution despite panicking. Narniah stood up, and held Travis. Her eyes flashed blue again, seemingly using the ability to save my cousin. Blythe sighed and said, "I...I know the solution!" She cried making Max panic out of worry. Everyone knows what will happen once she speaks. But she says, "I'm scared."

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

I breathe. “Of course not. They do not want you to know so that it will be easier to kill you.” His voice deadpans in my ear, like he’s discussing the weather, not my life. But I’m on the brink of falling apart. I pant, trying to catch my breath, but all I keep hearing in my head is three strikes. I try and take a steadying breath, pulling air into my lungs. Panicking will not solve this for me. “How did you get that video?” I insist.

I was hearing odd chants around my axis now and soon I got a peek at the people that were making the chants. They looked like elder werewolves as I saw grey hairs but then they were all clothed in black— from head to toe. I thought that was strange until I paid attention to the contents of their chant. “The Tenth hour is almost upon us.” “Make way for the light that comes with just cause.” “And prepare her vessel who lingers among us.” They were chanting these lines repeatedly and soon, Stranger Things happened. With their chants, the wind seemed to be calming down, and seconds later, I could see the strange group properly.

MENODORA'S POV We all stand transfixed in the same spot. "I think…I think I have been followed,” the stranger who brought the comb whispers, his words cracking from his shaky voice. He is standing in an impossibly still posture, I'm not sure how is even breathing. His face is ashen, drained of all colour and his lower lips tremble slightly.

That means I had a whole family with people that were strangers. I reach the beach and start gulping for air. My chest felt constricted. I couldn’t breathe. I fall on my knees clutching my chest. Trying to pull air into my burning lungs. “Breathe Red, breathe” a voice pulls me from the darkness. He keeps repeating the same thing. Guiding me until I can finally breathe. Finally my panic abates and I’m left shivering. His scent hits me before I can look up. I left my head so quickly I almost head butt him.

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

" -------------- My eyes flutter constantly, as I feel soft pair of lips on mine filling my lungs with air. I try to breathe but I could still feel the blockage in my throat. The lips set on mine once again. Every time he was filling me with oxygen trying to revive me from this condition, My eyes starts to work like they used to. I look at the ceiling above me as I see a pair of hair flock. "You...y..You don't have to..." My words tremble as I try to speak to the stranger helping me. I pass out again. -------------

Varen pretends he doesn’t care. But on the fourth night, I catch him silently placing extra blankets over the stranger before leaving. Soft old man. On the seventh day, everything goes wrong. I’m sitting beside the bed brushing the stranger’s hair while humming quietly to myself. Then suddenly, his hand grabs my throat hard. I choke violently. His blue eyes snap open, clearly panicked. Before I can react, he shoves me backward and bolts upright, breathing heavily. “Hey!” He lunges off the bed immediately, then stumbles. His legs barely hold him, but instinct keeps him moving anyway.

Vincent's golden eyes narrowed in determination as he responded, "Then I’ll die along with you." He drove his claws deeper into the stranger’s chest. The stranger screamed—half man and half void, before dissolving into black dust. The air became still and silent. For the first time in centuries, silence meant peace. Camela's breath shook as she asked, “Vincent…is it over?” He turned toward her, panting heavily. “It should be,” he replied. But then a hum filled the air again—it sounded low, deep, and disturbing. The dust from the stranger rose into the air, swirling into a shape she recognized—The ghost.