After we stopped by Jonathan's house, Mrs. Byers' told us that he was funeral home in town to pick everything out for Will's funeral. I didn't want to believe that all of this was really happening. Will was a smart kid. How could all of this happen to him? Mrs. Byers seemed kind of out of it when we visited. I guess having to see the body of your dead son would affect you in that way.

I step into the doorway of the room that Jonathan and the owner are in. My lips press together in a thin line as my eyes land on Jonathan. He looks miserable having to choose which coffin would be best for his younger brother. 

Nancy and I didn't say anything. We just stare back at him, letting him decide if he wants to talk to us or not. 

Jonathan peers at the owner of the funeral home. "Can you just give me a second?"

The man nods, understandingly, "Of course."

My eyes fall to the floor when Jonathan begins to reach us. I gingerly lift them back up once he is standing in front of me. "Hey."

"Hey." Jonathan responds in his usual quiet voice. He side glances at Nancy, probably curious to know what we are both doing here. 

I share a thin lipped smile with my sister, "Um, your mom- she said you'd be here." I tell him. 

I didn't know how to act in this situation. It wasn't the fact that I didn't know how to act around Jonathan. No, it was more along the lines of I didn't know how to act, considering the fact that Jonathan is here looking at coffins for his dead brother. I was never good at comforting others when they were upset. I just never knew what to say or do. What could you possibly say to someone that lost their younger brother? 

"I just-" I struggle to find the right words. 

Nancy sets her hand on my arm, softly. "Can we talk for a second?" She finishes what I was going to say. 

Jonathan examines the photo that we taped back together in his hands. His eyes squint in concentration at the odd figure we noticed in the photo. "It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle." He shakes his head and hands the photo back to me. "I don't know. It's weird."

That's not what Nancy and I wanted to hear. We were hoping that Jonathan was going to say that he saw this weird figure in the woods or something that would help us not seem so crazy. Anything that would help us find Barb.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" I ask Jonathan for what seemed to be the hundredth time. 

"No." Jonathan answers, calmly. "When I was on my way back from making sure you got home okay, I figured I'd just cut through Steve's yard again. That's when I took the photo of Barbara. And she was there one second and then, um, gone." His gaze is set on the carpet until he glances at me with a shrug of his shoulders. "I figured she bolted."

I fiddle with my hands in my lap, focused on the carpeted floor. "The cops think that she ran away because her car is gone now." 

"But they don't know Barb." Nancy says from where she stands beside the bench that Jonathan and I are sitting on. "She wouldn't do something like that. No one is listening to us."

My brows furrow as I think about the other day. "We went back to Steve's and-" I inhale, deeply. "We thought we saw something. Some-" I glance at my sister, trying to figure out how to describe what we saw that day. "weird man or-" I sigh. "I don't know what it was."

Hesitantly, I glimpse at Jonathan to see him already looking at me. There's not an easy way for Nancy and I to explain what we saw. What we saw didn't make sense. Things like that shouldn't exist. Perhaps, I would consider that I was actually going crazy, except my sister saw it, too. 

"I'm sorry." I mutter, realizing that I'm interrupting Jonathan's time to plan the funeral. "We, um-" I push up from the bench to stand beside my sister. "We shouldn't have come here today. You're busy with the funeral plans and we shouldn't have interrupted that. I'm- I'm so sorry."

Nancy and I barely take two steps before we hear Jonathan speak up from behind us. "What'd he look like?"

I spin around at the sound of his voice. My lips part at the question he had asked us. "What?" 

"This man you saw in the woods." Jonathan clarifies what he meant. "What'd he look like?"

Without thinking, Nancy and I turn our heads to peek at each other. Was Jonathan asking this because he really wanted to know or was there another reason behind it? How could we possibly explain to him what we saw? Everyone just thinks we are crazy. 

I lick my lips, slightly shaking my head. "I- I don't know." 

"It was almost like he didn't have-" Nancy begins to say.

Jonathan interrupts her, "Didn't have a face?"

Our eyes widen at how Jonathan knew that. We didn't give him any signs of what we saw that day. How could he have possibly known what we were going to say? 

"How did you know that?" I breathe, astonished. 

The photography classroom was never one that I had visited in school. I never had a reason to go into the classroom. The room was only used for the students that had photography as a class. The room was always dark to help with the process of developing photos. 

Being able to watch Jonathan work on the photo is very fascinating to me. I couldn't pull my eyes away as he worked on brightening and enlarging the photo. The room is dark and the only light is coming from a red light. 

Nancy wasn't as relaxed as I was about waiting for Jonathan to finish what he was doing. Her mind was too preoccupied with wanting to more about the thing we say in the woods. 

On the way to the high school, Jonathan told us about how his mom had been claiming to have seen a man with no face. The fact that Mrs. Byers had seen the same thing as Nancy and I made us feel a little bit better. Now, Jonathan actually believed us. It was too much of a coincidence to not believe us.

"Did your mom say anything else?" Nancy breaks the silence that had fallen upon us. She leans away from the table that Jonathan is working on to increase the thing on the photo. My sister has been growing a little impatient. "Like, um, where it might have got to or-"

Jonathan continues to work with the machine he was using. "No, just that it came out of the wall." 

He takes the new photo over to a bin filled with some kind of clear liquid. Jonathan gently drops it into the liquid. His fingers wrap around the sides of the bin, carefully rocking the bin to help with the process.

Nancy leans up against the table to watch the paper. "How long does this take?"

"Not long."

My arm brushes up against Jonathan's as I lean on the table to get a better look at the photo being developed. "Have you been doing this for a while?" I curiously ask him. 

"What?" His eyes stay glued on the photo.

My eyes flicker up to gaze at his face. A soft smile slips on my lips as I take in his facial features. It is cute how focused he is on this. Honestly, I like being able to watch him do this. I knew that Nancy felt like it was kind of boring, but it was interesting to me. 

"Photography." I answer after a few seconds of staring at the side of his face. 

Jonathan's eyes remain on photo in the bin. His shoulders half raise as he says, "Yeah." For a brief second, he looks up to meet my mesmerized gaze. The left side of his lips lift upwards in a small smile that nearly matches my own. "I guess I'd rather observe people than, you know..."

"Talk to them." I smile at him, understanding. 

Jonathan breaks our eye contact. "I know. It's weird."

"No," I say with a slight shake of my head. I peer down at the photo. 

"N-No," Jonathan stammers over his words. "It is. It's just- Sometimes, people don't really saw what they're really thinking."

My breath catches in my throat when we lock eyes once more. During this whole intimate conversation with him, I completely forget that Nancy is watching the whole thing go down. She's been silent and I know that she is most likely doing it on purpose. Nancy wants us to interact more. 

"But you capture the right moment, it says more." Jonathan says. The way he speaks about photography is so entrancing. He loves photography more than most things. It's more than just a hobby to him.

"What was I saying?" I ask, glancing down at the bin. I feel Jonathan's gaze on me.

"What?"

I glimpse back at him. "When you took my picture."

Jonathan visibly gulps. His hand flies up to his face and he partially hides behind it. "I shouldn't have taken that, Reagan." Jonathan angles his head to meet my eyes. "I'm, uh...I'm sorry. It's just-"

"That's it." Nancy abruptly cuts him off before he could say anything else. She points to the man- or creature- in the photo that was nearly finished developing. "That's what we saw."

The moment that Jonathan and I were having disappears. For a second there, I had forgotten that Nancy was even here with us. She turned so quiet. I simply got lost in Jonathan's eyes as he was talking. 

The photo is a closer up shot of the man- whatever it was- from the previous picture. It was slightly clearer to see what was standing behind Barbara. The thing sort of had the body of a man, yet didn't look human at all. 

"My mom-" Jonathan peers down at the photo. "I thought she was crazy 'cause she said that's not Will's body. That he's alive."

I take in this new information. "And if he's alive."

"Then Barbara." 

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The whole 'monster hunting' part is probably one of my favorites out of the whole show and I am just really excited to be able to write about those scenes. 

This is the end of the fourth episode and, now, we are onto the fifth. This series is so short, but it's kind of a good thing because that means I am almost finished with it. I plan on updating this as much as I can to be able to start my other stories. 

The next chapters are going to be a lot of fun to write.

Question: What are you excited for me to write about next?

So, yeah!