creepy homes

The New Girl (Part 5)

Part one, two, three, and four.

November 6th, 1984 - Tuesday Afternoon

The Byer’s house was slightly bigger than your own home. When Dustin gave you the address, he warned you about the long driveway. As the sun settled, it made the walk to Will’s home quite creepy. You thought about turning back, and attempt to load Will down with questions tomorrow, but you saw the adorable home with one of those swinging chairs in front of it, and you decided to walk up the steps.

You knocked on the front door three times, and waited awkwardly. A few moments later, the door opened. A woman who you assumed was his mother greeted you with a polite smile.

“Hi, sweetie! Can I help you?” She greeted.

“Hi, Ms. Byers. I-I go to school with Will, and I was wondering if he was home? I need to talk to him.” You fiddled with your fingers, and gave a nervous smile.

“Just a second, sweetie.” She closed the door slightly, only enough for you to see her, and called for Will.

She opened the door wider, staring at you with confusion. Suddenly, an excited grin spread across her face.

“You’re the girl from the picture! Will told me all about you!” She beamed, and swung the door open. “Please, come in!”

You stepped into the warm home, and thanked her for her kindness. You could feel the warmth and safety of their home, a feeling that yours always lacked.

You heard a door open down the hallway, and Will walked into the living room. His big eyes widened with sudden shock, but he smiled brightly. You took notice of the resemblance he shared with his mother, and wondered if he acted like his father.

“Y-Y/N! Hi,” Will greeted, walking up to you.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t tell you I was coming. I just need to talk to you, it won’t take long.” You said, glancing between him to his mom.

Will looked up at him mother for approval, and she nodded enthusiastically. Will smiled back at her, and motioned for you to follow him to his room.

When he opened the door, the first thing you noticed hanged on his wall in a variety of colors. Drawings covered the majority of his room, aside from some movie posters.

“Wow,” you said astonishingly. “I didn’t know you could draw.”

“Yeah, I’ve been drawing forever.” Will laughed, and sat in his chair by his desk.

You lowered yourself to the edge of his bed, and gave him a reassuring look.

“I know you guys are keeping something from me, Will.” You started, raising your eyebrows at him. “I-I don’t need secrets. I grew up around that, and it’s not fun. I came to ask you about Mike. Who is this girl, Will?”

Will’s body tensed up, and he nervously tapped his fingers against the rim of the chair.

“Um,” Will mumbled. “I-I’m really not supposed to tell, Y/N. I’m sorry. Why do you want to know about her, anyways? Do you like Mike, or something?”

Your calm facial expression changed into disgust.

“No!” You protested. “I want to know why he yelled at me like that, Will. I don’t normally like to talk about my past, or myself in general, but he reminded me of someone evil in my life. If I’m going to hang around you all, that means I-I have to hang around Mike, too. Every time I look at him now, I think of my…my father. If that happens all the time, Will, I will go crazy.”

A tear rolled across your cheek before you could stop it. Will got out of his rolling chair, and sat down next to you. More tears streamed from your heavy eyes, and you gently placed your head in his shoulder. He wrapped his small arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“I’ll tell you about her,” he whispered. “Her name was Jane. Mike met her a year ago, and s-something bad happened to her. That’s why we had the gathering in Mike’s basement, in memory of her. She always played with Mike’s SuperComm, and she was homeless. Mike found her in the woods, and let her sleep in his fort. He never took it down. That’s why he went crazy the other day. Mike is…Mike is really a nice guy, h-he’s just heartbroken.”

“Her name was Jane?” You asked, looking up at Will.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“I should apologize, and tell him I understand. Don’t you think?” You leaned off of Will, wiping away your own tears.

“Yeah, I think he’d be nicer.” Will agreed, giving you a small smile.

“Thanks Will,” you said. You pulled him in for a hug, but his bedroom door opened suddenly.

“Hi!” Joyce stepped in, “Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I have Will’s drawing of you sitting on the counter in the living room, incase you wanted to see it!”

“Mom!” Will shouted, his cheeks turning crimson red.

You laughed, and followed Ms. Byers into the living room.

November 7, 1984 - Wednesday Morning

The bell echoed through the school, dismissing everyone from first period. You walked with Will, and caught a glimpse of Mike standing by his locker. You walked over to his locker with the rest of the party, and you tapped his shoulder.

You yearned for a day in your life, when Mike Wheeler would treat you with worthy respect. The plan was simple, and you could almost picture him smiling down at you, overjoyed that you understood his pain.

Mike turned toward you, averting his eyes between you and Will.

“What?” He asked harshly, shoving his books into his locker.

You looked at Will with excitement, and his smiled at you.

“I just wanted to let you know, I-I understand now.” You started, drawning Lucas and Dustin’s attention. “Will told me everything.”

“What are you talking about?” Mike questioned, rolling his eyes hard enough to see the back of his skull.

“Will told me about Jane, and how heartbroken you are. I’m sorry she passed away, and I’m sorry I messed with her memorial-“

“Wait, what? Will, what the hell is wrong with you?” Mike shouted, and Will flinched. Lucas gasped, looking fearfully at Dustin.

The anger in his eyes could melt through metal. He voice was harsh, and he trembled. His face increased in redness, and he stared back at you. You looked away from his resentful eyes.

“You aren’t suppose to know a thing about Eleven! For the last time, you aren’t my mom, or my girlfriend, so stop trying to get in my business! I know you used your bullshit flirting to get Will to confess! I was actually starting to like you, but you ruined it! You ruined everything!” Mike yelled loud enough for the students nearby to stop, and gather around.

“Mike-“ Lucas whispered, glancing around at the crowd.

“Shut up, Lucas! Don’t defend her, she’ll hurt you! She’ll hurt all of us!” Mike stepped closer to you, and stared at Will.

“Will,” his voice softened. “You broke the rule of law. If Y/N is as bad as I think she is, you could get us all killed. You know what to do.”


“Do it, Will!” Mike yelled.

Will slowly turned around, looking into your confused eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Will whispered. “You can’t hangout with us anymore. W-we can’t talk to you for our safety.”

His words felt like a disease lingering through your mind, killing every good memory you held deep inside. You looked up at Lucas and Dustin, and they shamefully looked down at their shoes. You felt the all too familiar betrayal, and you stepped away from the heartbreakers.

“Fine,” you gulped. Tears blurred your vision, and your voice cracked gently. “You all can go to Hell. I don’t wanna be in this bullshit party anyways. You guys can’t even stand up to your dickhead leader,” you fumed.

You snatched Dustin’s hat from your head, and threw it at the ground below. Before the tears could fall, you turned away from them, and shoved yourself through the crowd. They laughed at your embarrassment, and muttered to their friends about the dramatic new girl in Hawkins, who can’t even keep the AV club nerds as friends.

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Formerly known as Inverness District Asylum and Northern Counties District Lunatic Asylum. Opened 1864. Closed 1999.