June Hollister

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THE VOICE OF HAWKINS

94.5 FM | Broadcasting Since 1954 “Where the signal is weak, but the secrets are loud.”

WSQK is Hawkins’ small‑town radio station — the place everyone turns to for weather updates, school closings, gossip, and the kind of late‑night call‑ins that make you wonder if the town is cursed or just bored. But ever since the “earthquake,” something has changed. The static is sharper. The broadcasts glitch. Voices bleed through that shouldn’t exist. And sometimes, the station airs things no one remembers recording.

June Hollister, the station’s lead host, has become the accidental voice of Hawkins’ unraveling reality. Her shows pick up strange frequencies, callers report impossible sightings, and the Night Shift has become a magnet for Echo activity. Whether you’re looking to share a rumor, report something weird, or confess something you can’t tell anyone else, WSQK is always listening.

Players can submit:

Strange sightings

Anonymous tips

Gossip

Warnings

Found items

Distorted recordings

Echo events

“I saw ___ doing ___”

Anything that shouldn’t exist but does.

If it’s happening in Hawkins, it’ll hit the airwaves here first. If it *shouldn’t* be happening… it’ll hit even faster.

ask // submission // about june // interactions // radio staff // rumor mill // echoes main

[junehollister-ste]

Alright, alright, alright—Hawkins, can you hear me or is the static just flirting again?

Good afternoon, night owls, early birds, and whoever’s been doom‑scrolling since sunrise. It’s June Hollister, live on WSQK, your favorite gossip gremlin with a microphone and absolutely no intention of behaving.

Today’s vibes? Unpredictable. The weather says sunshine, the sky says maybe, and the Henderson kid just biked past the station like he’s running from God. So, you know… normal.

I’ve got music queued, rumors brewing, and a stack of caller messages that range from “my neighbor is suspicious” to “my cat is possessed.” We’ll get to those. Eventually. Probably.

If you’re listening: Stay weird. Stay loud. Stay tuned.

[junehollister-ste]

I saw Max Mayfield sitting on a park bench as I drove by, only to then hear that the same day, she'd only just woken up in the hospital

Well isn’t that a delicious little paradox for a Thursday. Max Mayfield on a park bench and Max Mayfield in a hospital bed at the exact same time.

Hawkins, sweetheart, I say this with love: you people need to stop acting surprised when reality folds like a cheap lawn chair. The girl’s been through more dimensions than my ex has excuses. If you caught a glimpse of her somewhere she ‘shouldn’t’ be, that’s not a contradiction. That’s just the Echoes doing their usual interpretive dance routine.

And before anyone starts calling the station with ‘concerns,’ let me be perfectly clear: Max Mayfield waking up in the hospital is the real headline. Everything else is just the Upside Down trying to stay relevant.

So unless she’s suddenly mastered the art of astral projection, which, honestly, wouldn’t even crack the top ten weirdest things this town has seen. Chalk it up to the veil thinning, the universe glitching, or your eyes being a little too honest for their own good.

Either way, welcome back to the waking world, Red. Hawkins missed you… and apparently so did your doppelgängers.

@madxmayfield

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should i be worried about the faceless dude? like i see him and my mood dips so much, also follow up: is he the same one as the guy in the mirror? like the mirror guy just stares at me and he doesn't do much but it's weird. Am i loosing it?

If you’re seeing a faceless man and a mirror man, that’s not ‘losing it.’ That’s called having range. But let’s be clear, if your mood drops every time Faceless shows up, that’s not a vibe, that’s a warning label. Things without faces usually mean one of two things: 1) They’re not supposed to be seen. 2) They’re looking at you anyway. As for the mirror guy? If he’s just staring, that’s practically polite in this town. The ones you worry about are the reflections that blink when you don’t. Are they the same entity? Possibly. Echoes love a costume change. But if one makes your stomach fall through the floor and the other just watches you like you’re late to an appointment… you might have two problems. You’re not losing it. You’re just paying attention.

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i feel like if deputy vale ever found out i’ve got a crush on his sister, he’d turn my ass into a cautionary tale they tell at middle school assemblies.

Oh, honey, listen to me carefully. Deputy Vale absolutely would turn you into a cautionary tale. Not because he’s mean, because he’s dramatic. You so much as think about Rory with heart‑eyes and that man is already drafting a slideshow titled ‘Choices Have Consequences: A Community Safety Presentation.’ He’d dim the lights in the middle school auditorium, point a laser pointer at your silhouette, and say, ‘This is what happens when you don’t respect boundaries.’ And the worst part? The kids would love it. They’d ask for merch.

@roryvale-ster @wesvale-stes

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I once saw the math teacher kissing the janitor at Hawkins High. He paid me 30 dollars not to tell anyone. But then my friend bet me 40 dollars to tell you.

Sweetheart… you’re telling me Hawkins High is out here running a rom‑com behind the supply closet and the going rate for your silence was thirty dollars? Thirty? For a secret like that? And then your friend bought you out for forty, which means the entire economy of this town is being held together by loose change and poor impulse control. Anyway, thank you for your service. I’ll be sending the math teacher an invoice for emotional damages.

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I wasn’t snooping, I was ‘investigating,’ and yes, that’s what I’m calling it even though I fell through the closet door.

Honey… if you fall through the closet door, that’s not ‘investigating.’ That’s gravity filing a complaint. But sure, call it whatever you want. Around here, we call that ‘breaking and entering with extra steps.’

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I keep telling everyone I’m over him, that whatever we had burned out years ago… but every time he looks at me like he still knows who I am under all the wreckage, something in my chest remembers. I think I’m still in love with him, and I don’t know what to do with that.

If someone can still look at you like they remember the version of you that existed before the wreckage, no wonder your heart is staging a comeback tour. And saying you’re ‘over him’ while your entire chest is lighting up like a warning signal Sweetheart, that’s not closure. That’s denial with good posture.

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Any gossip you’d like to share with us, June? 👀

You want gossip? Here’s one for you. Word on the street is that someone in this town has been ‘secretly meeting’ behind the grocery store dumpsters. Not for anything scandalous, no, but because they’re trying to train a raccoon to fetch their mail. And honestly? They’re closer to success than most of you are in your relationships.

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I told everyone I ‘had it under control’ but actually I tripped, panicked, and now the whole situation is technically my fault.

I appreciate the honesty, but saying you ‘had it under control’ when you were actively tripping, panicking, and spiraling is the most relatable thing I’ve heard all week. Also, if the whole situation is technically your fault, congratulations! You’ve just been promoted to Head of Crisis Management. Effective immediately.

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There’s this girl who looks at me like I’m worth something, and every time she does my whole chest goes stupid. I keep telling myself it’s just a crush, but the truth is… I think I’m in way deeper than that, and it scares the hell out of me.

When your whole chest goes stupid, that’s not a crush, that’s a cardiac event. And if she looks at you like you’re worth something and it scares you? Sweetheart, that’s because you already know it’s real. You’re not ‘in deep’, you’re already at the bottom of the lake waving up at us.

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I didn’t mean to start a fire in the school dumpster. I was just trying to prove a point and the point got… bigger.

Sweetheart… when you say ‘the point got bigger,’ do you mean the fire got bigger or your bad decision got bigger? Because from where I’m sitting, both of them were visible from space. Community sentence: you’re banned from proving points until further notice.

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I didn’t steal the bike. I borrowed it, panicked, and now I’m too embarrassed to return it so I’m just… riding it forever.

Riding it forever is not a solution, that’s a lifestyle choice. At this point you don’t have a borrowed bike, you have a fugitive vehicle and a fear of confrontation. Return it, or at least stop waving at the actual owner when you pedal past their house.

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There’s this boy who keeps making me laugh at the worst possible moments, and every time he looks at me I forget whatever I was about to say. I keep pretending it’s nothing, but my heart apparently didn’t get the memo.

if your heart ‘didn’t get the memo,’ that means your heart is out here freelancing while you pretend you’re fine. And forgetting what you were going to say every time he smiles? Yeah, sweetheart, that’s not subtle. That’s you being in love with neon signage.

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I didn’t steal the traffic cone. It followed me home, and now I feel responsible for its emotional wellbeing.

Anonymous… babe. If a traffic cone ‘followed you home,’ that means you picked it up, carried it, and refused to put it down. That’s not adoption, that’s kidnapping with extra steps. But fine. Since you’ve apparently imprinted on it, you’re now legally responsible for its emotional wellbeing. Make sure it gets sunlight and positive affirmations.

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I lied to the human lie detector himself—Dustin Henderson. Think I’ll make it out alive, or should I start drafting my eulogy?

You lied to Dustin Henderson? The boy who can detect a half‑truth from three rooms away and a closed door? Sweetheart, you’re not drafting a eulogy, you’re updating your emergency contact. Because when he finds out (and he will), your only hope is throwing yourself at his mercy and offering snacks.

@dustinoutofrange

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im the one who convinced my little brother to throw a ballon full of paint at steve for april fools. i even filled with paint that was really hard to wash out.

You convinced your little brother to launch a paint grenade at Steve Harrington? For April Fools? And you picked the kind of paint that requires divine intervention to wash out? Congratulations. You didn’t pull a prank, you declared war. And Steve is absolutely the type to hold a grudge with conditioner‑commercial intensity, so good luck out there.

@kiingsteve