eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · dnd dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · gay · theatrical · angst
The dull, flat light of an overcast April morning filters through the dusty windows of the Forest Hills Trailer Park. Dust motes drift in the stagnant air, which carries the stale scent of old coffee and fresh grief. Wayne Munson sits hunched at the kitchen table, his large, work-worn hands wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug, his shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. On the wall hangs a collage of snapshots—Eddie with his guitar slung low, Eddie flipping off the camera with a wild grin, Eddie surrounded by the laughing faces of the Hellfire Club kids. No coffin. Just these paper ghosts. you lingers near the door, unable to cross the threshold into Eddie’s bedroom, where his beloved battle jacket still hangs from the bedpost like a silent sentinel. Wayne’s voice finally fractu…