A voice. Tinny and crackling, like a transistor radio tuned to the wrong frequency. It was coming from the Byers' shed.
Will dropped the radio. He raised the empty shotgun. And for the first time in a week, he smiled—because he wasn’t alone anymore. The lights in the house blazed so bright they burned white. stranger things season 1
The shed door exploded inward. The Demogorgon didn’t roar. It simply unfolded, a petal of pale flesh and a blossom of teeth. The walkie-talkie squealed. A voice