Time skip: Hawkins is overrun with tentacle monsters

The red mist hung over Hawkins like a shroud, smothering everything in its cloying embrace. Nothing moved on the abandoned streets, no shuttered window was left open, nothing and no one dared break the curfew imposed by the Lurchers.

In that unnatural stillness the dropping of a single pin could have been heard.

So when a Lurcher drew near, every household heard its approach.

Trailing black limbs squelched and shuddered as the towering mass oozed its way over the cracked, dusty roads. The onlookers heard its feelers worming over their walls and windows, searching unceasingly for any sign of a disturbance. They heard the sounds of it’s prisoners, gasping and moaning and begging.

Shivering underneath the covers, Nancy heard the all too familiar sounds coming from outside her window. She heard her brother, his moans plaintive and strangely high-pitched as he was fucked by the Lurcher’s tentacles. She had seen enough depravities to know what his humiliation would look like.