I went back home after a couple hours of talking to mike about eleven.

"Sometimes I feel like I still see her,"

"Sometimes I think I hear her,"

"Well I basically talk to her, so I must be the most craziest one here,"

I could hear the convocation in my head when I walked home, swinging my pillow case as I walked through the streets that still had a few trick or treaters roaming around.

"(Y/n)" someone whispered into my ear. I jerked my head around, seeing only an empty street apart from a single trick or treater. Every fucking time.

"Hello?" I asked, not knowing why I did however someone could be there. No noise was heard. I ignored the pose and carried on walking home.

"(Y/n)!" The voice yelled this time, I huffed and turned back around, walking slightly faster and quickly went inside my house.

"(Y/n), sweetheart?" I jumped to the voice calling me, I turned around stopping at the staircase to my mom in her casual, blue playsuit approaching me. "How was Halloween?" She asked, putting in a big smile. In my head were words that described today.

shit.

crazy.

shocking.

metal.

"Good," I replied smiling.

"Which houses did you go to?" She asked.

"Well, down the rich people houses, curly county, elm and cherry, Cornwallis and I think that's basically it because it was getting late," I technically lied. Lied about not going to mikes basement, trying to talk to eleven, being in that place. "Where's dad?" I asked, she took a quick shaky breath.

"He's upstairs, asleep," she replied.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go to bed cause I'm tired and I'll see you in the morning," I said, walking up the stairs slowly, I blew a kiss and ran upstairs, trying the hide from all the questions that was pounded onto me. I shut the bedroom door, leaning my back on it, relaxing a bit.

Shit, I left my bag at wills.

I got dressed into pyjamas, kind of getting old of wearing this costume for the whole of today. Getting into my pink separated top and bottoms.

(y/n) = your name.