Stranger Things
They made their way past a few smaller trees and then rounded a massive, towering oak, finally finding a secluded patch of ivy-strewn forest floor covered with snow with enough room for all of them to sit. Specks of sunlight littered the ground, and the call of birds in the air was far too cheerful for the situation. The smells of pine, earth, and wood were strong—scents that Tom loved, but for some reason they made him uneasy at the moment
They settled into a circle, facing each other. Mr. Tomikins appeared to be gaining his strength back with every passing minute, though his hands shook with apparent fear; a small drip of drool crawled down his chin. No one said a word; a silent understanding hung in the air that Mr. Tomikins would tell them what was going on when he was good and ready
"It was terrible," he finally whispered, barely audible, stuffing his hands with snow
"What was it?" Hana asked.