"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter One-Hundred-And-Thirty-Four: The Truth And Nothing But The Truth
(Vecna's Curse, Pt. 3)
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Night had fallen by the time they arrived at Reefer Rick's house. When they did, Rowan could see why Eddie would hide here.
Even though it was right on the bank of Lover's Lake, the house was smack bang in the middle of nowhere, with no sense of civilisation around it. The house itself looked like it was falling apart, walls and the roof warped from exposure to the elements and the lake water, and no lights gleaming gold in the house.
Why would Eddie turn on lights, anyway? That would be a big neon sign to anyone trying to find him.
Well, anyone that wasn't them.
Rowan stared at the house her best friend could be inside—where the answers for who really murdered Chrissy waited inside. Hopefully they'd find out who murdered Chrissy, if only so Rowan hoped the bastard could start counting their days until she came to tear their head off and beat it into a bloody pulp.
She couldn't see Eddie's van, which Rowan supposed was a good thing—better to discard it than have it here and let the cops know where he was. Still, a stab of sadness plunged in her heart at the loss of the van, of the times spent in there with her best friend listening to music, smoking weed, ranting about society, and just talking.
Rowan pushed it down. Now wasn't the time to focus on that. She had to go in there, find Eddie and talk to him and learn about who killed Chrissy so she could begin re-plotting and perfecting their gruesome demise and exonerate Eddie from both the cops and the court of public opinion.
So instead she opened the door and marched to the house, hearing other car doors open as the others followed after grabbing flashlights.
Still, Dustin was the first to arrive at the front door, ringing the doorbell repeatedly. When no response came—not that Rowan would expect there to be—Steve said, "Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here."
"He has to be here. Where else can he fucking go?" Rowan sniped, and Dustin was of the same thought as he now banged his fist against the door and yelled, "Eddie! It's Dustin, Rowan and Al!"
"Great," Steve muttered, rolling his eyes as Rowan pinned Dustin with a glare and said pointedly, "If he's in there, he's not gonna come out with you yelling at him, Henderson."
Dustin ignored her and kept banging against the door and yelling, "Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear! We just wanna help. Eddie!"
"Eddie, if you're in here, Dustin's telling the truth! It's just us and we just want to talk! Come on out!" Alistair shouted, and even though Rowan knew how unlikely it was for Eddie to come out of the house, she banged her fist against the door as she yelled, "Munson, if you can hear me, come on fucking out! It's just me, my brother and Dustin! We just want to know what happened last night! You owe me that much! Munson! Eds! Eddie!"
