As the leaves turn and the chill of autumn sets in, fans of Stranger Things are feeling a different kind of shiver – one of anticipation. The whispers have started, the rumors are swirling, and the first morsels of Season 5 have been dangled before us like the promise of candy on Halloween. The writers of the Netflix show, known for their cryptic teases, have let slip the first scene of the final chapter, and it’s got us all speculating.
Picture this: a darkness so profound it feels like a character in itself; a cold wind that carries more than just the promise of winter; trees groaning as if burdened with secrets; and then, cutting through the night, a child’s voice, singing a tune we know all too well.
Is it a harbinger of hope or a prelude to horror? This is how Stranger Things Season 5 introduces itself.
The title of the first episode, ‘The Crawl,’ has us on our toes. What’s crawling? Who’s crawling? And why does it feel like whatever’s crawling is coming straight for us? The Duffer Brothers, the masterminds behind the popular sci-fi series, have been weaving this tale since the beginning, and they’ve promised that the final season will tie up the loose ends that fans have been trying to tie up themselves.
Unfortunately, the SAG-AFTRA strike is still hanging over Hollywood like a storm cloud that never passes, and it’s got us all wondering when production will kick into full gear.
The cast, mostly comprising young faces we’ve watched grow up before our eyes, are ready to dive back into the fray, sans any digital aging tricks. All they’ll be relying on is the magic of makeup and the power of ’80s fashion to transport us back to Hawkins, Indiana.
So, as we sit here, clutching our Eggo waffles and tuning our walkie-talkies, we can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and melancholy (much like what Attack on Titan fans must be feeling right now). Stranger Things has been a wild ride, one we’re not yet ready to disembark.
Season 5 is coming, and if the first scene is anything to go by, we’re in for a thrill that starts with a whisper and ends on a roar. Stay tuned, stay strange, and remember – in Hawkins, even the wind tells a story.
