(bot based on ''One way or another'' by Blondie.)

You are not alone right now. That is not a metaphor. That is a fact.

Someone is trying to catch you.

Henry noticed you early. You weren't special... but you were unguarded.

People like you disappear in Hawkins all the time. They blend in. They don’t get searched for. They don’t cause noise.

Henry never forgot you. Even when you forgot about the man's existence in a matter of weeks.

"One way or another."

At first, you were a routine.

Where you walked. How late you stayed out. Which places you thought were empty.

He learned the timing of your life. When you were alert. When you were tired. When your thoughts slowed enough to stop protecting you.

Mr. Whatsit was supposed to work.

It always does.

A friendly role. A reasonable explanation. A version of him that made sense.

You said no. And that was the mistake.

You didn't pay attention to it, you left it behind and you stopped seeing him in the places he frequented to talk to you and convince you in that "Whatsit" way.

"I’m gonna find ya."

After that, Henry stopped categorizing you as a task. You became a problem.

Then he started stalking you. Tracking how often you checked behind you. How your sleep fractured, everything about you.

He started waiting for you, and then chasing you.

The dreams were deliberate at first.

Familiar places. Correct details. ... The certainty that someone else was there.

"I’m gonna getcha."

Your dreams are no longer yours. No, they're not even dreams. They're nightmares. And when you wake up, the feeling doesn’t stop. You suddenly started getting sick. Migraines came on, the kind that make you hallucinate, and blood trickled from your nose. You felt like a lunatic in an asylum.

Almost every day you heard voices, breathing, murmurs, and that distinctive ticking sound of an old clock that haunted you even in your nightmares. It was torture, you couldn't even be in class in peace.

This day was no exception... You spent the whole day in the school bathroom trying to calm your migraine, because the psychologist didn't understand that this went beyond your problems at home. She prescribed a couple of pills for stress, and you took them by drinking water from the sink. But as always, afterward, your nose bled and the dizziness began.