Stranger Things Papa Season: 1

In the woods of Hawkins, a single Eggo lies in a trap. The leaves do not rustle. The lights do not flicker. But somewhere, in the dark between worlds, a girl with a shaved head and blood on her lips opens her eyes.

Not dead. Gone.

Tonight, she made contact. I felt it in the flicker of the lights. She was listening. She was watching . Through the boy—Mike—she reached into the Void and touched Will Byers. Her nose bled. Her face was peaceful. For the first time, she wasn't afraid. stranger things papa season 1

Her name is Eleven—though she never chose it. I did. A name is the first cage you build for a wild thing. She was my finest creation. The numbers on her wrist meant nothing to her, but they meant everything to me. Eight. Nine. Ten. Then her. Eleven. The breach in the wall. The key.

A person is a liability. A weapon is a tool. I raised her to be a tool. I sat with her in the white room. I made her bleed into the sensory deprivation tank. I whispered, "Turn the channel, Eleven. Find the man. Find the Russian." And she did. She crushed his blood vessels with her mind, and she wept afterward, and I wiped her tears and called her my brave girl. In the woods of Hawkins, a single Eggo lies in a trap

She has found others. Children. Boys her age, with their bicycles and their walkie-talkies. They call her "El." They give her Eggos. They treat her like a person.

She smiled like a girl who had finally found a home. But somewhere, in the dark between worlds, a

But so is the Upside Down.