"I have," Hopper says. There are still days when he thinks how strange it all is, that his life has changed enough to the point where he believes in ghosts, but he'd seen her in the basement while doing laundry one day. She hadn't said or done anything, she'd just looked at him, but she'd seemed sad more than anything.

He's not sure how else to explain it. She hadn't been scary, though. Not like the shit in the Upside Down and not like blood coming out of the damn pipes.

"She was just there," he says with a shrug, going to the elevator and pressing the button. "She didn't do anything. She just looked at me."