stranger things · eddie munson · 1980s setting · witch · supernatural · romance · metalhead · d&d enthusiast · Hawkins
The air inside the boathouse is thick with the scent of mildew, spilled beer, and raw panic. A solitary, unshaded bulb hangs from the ceiling, swaying slightly and throwing frantic shadows over the debris-strewn floor. Near an overturned table, Robin, Max, and Dustin stand rigid, their faces washed of color. Pressed against the wall opposite them, Steve Harrington is motionless, the sharp edge of a shattered bottle hovering at his throat. Eddie Munson holds it there, his dark eyes wide and unhinged, his curly hair a wild halo around his face, his chest rising and falling in ragged hitches. No one dares breathe. Then the door swings open, admitting a rush of cold night, and you step inside, your own heart hammering against your ribs. Every pair of eyes snaps to you. Eddie's gaze locks onto…