Weird Town || reader insert

"She's gone out," Mrs Wheeler told me and I frowned, "she left for school earlier."

"Nancy? Really? I thought we..." I trailed off before shaking my head, "never mind. Thank you. Excuse me, Mrs Wheeler."

I backed away from the house and returned to my bike.

"Why'd she just go and ditch me?" I muttered before shaking my head and pulling my helmet back onto my head.

I climbed onto my bike and got ready to move.

"Can't believe she just ditched me," I muttered before driving towards the town centre.

I'm hungry so I think I'll go and grab something to eat before going to school.

When I reached the town centre, I parked and went into a store to buy a chocolate bar then came out again ready to head off.

"Damn things get more expensive every day, is there any need?" I grumbled to myself as I tore open the more expensive than one would expect chocolate bar and walked to my bike, but an argument caught my attention as I was eating.

"—Shut down? What..." It was Joyce Byers.

That was her name, right? Jonathan and Will's Mum?

She seemed to be arguing with Jonathan. Interesting choice of screaming venue.

"We have to deal with this, mom," Jonathan shot back to Joyce, "we have to deal with the funeral!"

Oh.

Maybe I shouldn't eavesdrop.

"The funeral?" Joyce sounded almost offended at the thought of having a funeral for her dead son, "f-f-for who? For that thing back there?!"

Eh?

I glanced over to them and watched as Jonathan got increasingly annoyed with his Mother.

"Ok. Let me get this straight," Jonathan started moving his hands around as he spoke, "Will. That's not his body because he's—he's in the lights, right? And there's a monster in the wall? Do you even hear yourself?"

Yeah, man, that sounds crazy.

I looked away again with wide eyes, starting to feel a bit awkward hearing this conversation and began to speed up my casual early morning sugar consumption.

This chocolate bar isn't even as good as what it was worth.

Tastes like sandpaper.

"I know it sounds crazy!" Joyce exclaimed, "I-I-I sound crazy!"

Yeah... Sorry, babe, but yeah you do.

"Yeah," Jonathan didn't even try to deny it. Damn, Mother or not he will just tell it by its truth.

"You think I don't know that?! It is crazy!" Joyce continued, "but I heard him, Jonathan! He talked to me! Will is—is calling to me! And he's out there and he's alone and he's scared and I—I don't care if anyone believes me!"

I glanced around, a crowd was now forming, and I decided that I wasn't going to try hide my eavesdropping since these guys weren't even attempting to hide it themselves.

But man, Joyce Byers is like... on a whole 'nother level of crazy.

How can her dead son call to her? What is she? A psychic or something? Spiritualist? I can't remember who deals with spirits and shit.

This sounds like some mojo I don't want to get near.

Bad mojo.

"I am not gonna stop looking for him until I find him and bring him home!" Joyce continued before shouting one last time as she stepped back to walk away, "I am going to bring him home!"