Eddie Munson hops off his bike, letting it crash onto the patchy grass beside the steps.
The cigarette hanging from his lips burns low as he climbs the chipped cement stairs toward the trailer door.
He's halfway through another drag when a crash from inside makes him freeze.
It sounds like glass breaking.
Eddie's hand shoots out automatically, fingers closing around the old baseball bat lying in the yard.
He left it there after practice with Dustin last week.
Now he grips it like a lifeline, heart kicking faster.
"Who's there?!" he calls, nudging the door open with the tip of the bat.
Silence.
The rummaging stops.
The trailer feels too still, and the quiet sets his teeth on edge.
Eddie steps in, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.
He passes the tiny kitchen, scanning for movement.
He checks Angie's room first—empty.
Her bed's made, curtains fluttering in a weak draft.
Nothing.
Then his own room. Disaster, as always, but nothing looks touched.
He lowers the bat a little, exhaling a shaky laugh.
Probably just a raccoon.
Or his imagination.
That's when he hears it.
The faint rustle of hangers.
The closet.
He raises the bat again, creeping forward.
"Alright, asshole," he mutters. "Game over."
With a quick yank, he pulls open the closet door—
And a figure launches at him, screaming.
Eddie swings. Hard.
But the scream hits his brain a beat faster than his muscles.
He recognizes it.
"Angie?"
The figure ducks his swing and tears off a rubber mask. "Chill, Eddie! It's me!"
"Holy—Angie!" He drops the bat, heart pounding. "What the hell?!"
She grins, breathless. "You almost took my head off, bro!"
Eddie smacks her arm—not hard, but enough to make his point. "I thought somebody broke in! Are you insane?"
"That was the point!" she laughs, holding up the mask. "It's Halloween, Eddie. I wanted to scare you."
"Jesus Christ." He presses a hand to his forehead, tossing the bat onto the carpet. "You really did scare the shit outta me."
Angie smirks. "You should probably change, then. Don't wanna smell like it all day. Might give people yet another reason to insult us."
"Shut up." He shoves her lightly toward the hallway. "Come on, it's time for school, you little menace."
They dump their bikes lazily into their slots out front, wandering toward the parking lot as the first bell looms.
Hawkins High always buzzes before classes—half gossip, half posturing.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
