“The Demogorgon…!-”

Jonathan exclaimed as soon as the lights flickered. His sentence and actions were cut off by a humanoid figure cracking the ceiling. The demogorgon growled and rushed towards your — Friend, Jonathan, as he was the first thing it saw.

It pinned him against the floor, slowly approaching its disgusting face towards the teen’s body. You, on the other hand, were behind it, speechless and frozen in dread. You took the gun you had with you and aimed at the creature. Scratch that, you aimed at the monster, shooting desperately, yet not making much damage.