Personal Narrative: Season 2 Of Stranger Things

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On Friday the 13th, I was walking home from school at 5pm. At that time, it was really dark because of the time change. I was really looking forward to getting home and slumping on the couch, watching Season 2 of Stranger Things written by the best, Matt Duffer. I had already been walking for 10 minutes and my feet started to hurt. I didn’t have my phone with me, so I couldn’t text my mom and let her know where I was . I was extremely tired so I decided to sit on a bench for a three minute break. I knew I had to get home soon, or my mom would be worried to death. It was already dark so I quickly sat up and started walking the rest of the way home.

As I was walking, I started to get mixed feelings. I looked back and I realized I was

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