HAWKINS: a small town in Indiana right at the center of nowhere. seemingly normal to the naked eye but upon closer inspections , the eerie settings make for a perfect playground for other worldly monsters.
Magnolia Byers is no stranger to the cre...
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Eddie sat on the sofa, his leg bounced up and down as he ate his canned ravioli. He chewed his food, blowing the hot air through his mouth. He changed the channels flipping them back and fourth before finally giving up with a loud sigh.
He set the hot bowl down onto the coffee table and stood up with a loud groan to get himself a cold glass of water, something he hasn't had in days. Eddie would occasionally tend to forget about himself, really he would just forget to do the basic things, like eating or drinking water, just simple things like that, things that every other normal person wouldn't need a reminder for.
He pulled out a clean glass, filling it with some of their sink water, before taking a big gulp. He wiped away the access water with the back off his hand, sighing as he felt the cold liquid flowing down his throat.
Eddie put the cup back down looking at the tv as the news lady spoke. "Body of sixteen year old high school student Chrissy Cunningham was found early yesterday morning, police are investigating the strange cause of death saying that the body was too mangled to truly identify-" Eddie shut the tv off, as he breath heavily through his nose.
He cringed as the image of her corpse bent and bloody crept into his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping that his mind would play him another memory to remind him of something else, anything else but it only seemed to get worse. He gasped pulling his eyes open at the sound of the house settling in, but he swore it sounded a little too much like the the snap of her bones. He scanned the room, making sure he was still alone before breathing out a sigh of relief. "Jesus fuck." He sighed leaning back against the sink. He turned his head focusing on the droplets that dripped down, making a slight thudding sound as it splashed against the bottom of the sink.
"Smile for me Eddie...smile for momma." The lady with long thick black hair whispered to her son, she stood in front of him. The small child held a hero pose, dressed as his favorite, super man. "Look at you baby, so strong." She laughed as she snapped a picture with her bulky camera. "You look so handsome Eddie, the best Superman to ever live." She smiled at the small boy. Her voice like honey, her scent like fresh vanilla. Eddie jumped towards her, wrapping his small arms around her tall frame.
"C'mon mommy we have to go trick or treating." The little boy pleaded as he dragged his mother out the door.
The women laughed, her laughter echoed in his memory, wishing he could somehow record the noise and play it over and over again. "I'm coming Eddie slow down!" She laughed again.
"This house first, THIS ONE FIRST!" he squealed as he jumped the steps to the small house his mother struggling to follow behind.
"Slow down baby, momma can't...she can't keep up with your super speed anymore." She heaved already out of breath. Her tired eyes hidden behind a mask of hope.
