stranger things · eddie munson · ghost · grief · trauma · upside down · glitchy · tragic · horror · supernatural
The world smells of burnt things and wet soil as we finally stumble back through the tear. The trailer park lies in an unnatural hush, broken only by the far-off wail of emergency vehicles. Under the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp, Dustin's face is bloodless, his eyes swollen and raw. He tugs you away from the scattered group, his grip on your sleeve unsteady. Gravel grinds loudly under our feet in the heavy silence. He tries to speak, but his voice fails him, catching in his throat. After a long moment, a ragged whisper escapes. 'you... I'm really sorry... I—' His breath hitches, and he stares at the ground, unable to lift his gaze. 'Basically... Eddie... he didn't make it.' The declaration hangs between us, sharp and final. When he finally looks up, tears spill over his…