COMPLETE UNTIL SEASON FIVE
In 1980s Indiana, Judy Hopper and her group of young friends witness supernatural forces and secret government exploits. As they search for answers, they unravel a series of extraordinary mysteries. In the midst, love and...
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By the time Steve, Judy, Dustin, and Max had gotten to Holland Road, the sun had dipped much past the horizon, the night falling to make the house and lake even more ominous.
Dustin had been the one to ring the doorbell, the rest of them holding flashlights in their hands. After a moment or two, Dustin rang it again, then rang it over and over again, seemingly impatient for someone, more hopefully Eddie, to make an appearance.
"Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here," Steve said as Dustin knocked on the glass of the door.
"Eddie!" Dustin shouted. "It's Dustin!"
"Great."
"We just wanna talk. No cops, I swear. We just wanna help," Dustin continued, still speaking quite loudly.
Judy shined a flashlight through the window, trying to get a better look on the inside. When Dustin continued banging on the door and yelling for him, she turned to Dustin. "Shh!" Dustin, however, only continued to ring the doorbell and bang on the door as Max joined Judy in peering through the windows. "Rick! Reefer Rick!"
"Don't scream that!" Steve said pointedly.
"Rick!"
"He's not there."
"Reefer Rick!"
"Just..."
"He could just be really high," Dustin said.
Steve almost told him that being "really high" didn't make you incoherent enough to not answer a door, but he also knew that he hadn't ever tried any drug worse than weed before.
"Is that a foot?" Steve asked, peering inside the window.
"No, that's a shoe."
"Hey, guys?" Max called from the yard, shining her flashlight at something. Dustin, Judy, and Steve all stood with her, also seeing what she'd found.
"What is that?" Steve asked, standing close to Judy.
"It's a boat house," she stated the obvious. "You know, cause we're on a lake."
He couldn't respond.
As they approached it, Steve wasn't too optimistic about the bullet holes that had somehow made their way through the metal. That, more than anything else they'd found, proved they must've been in the right place.
"Hello?" Judy called, opening the door first. She had been the first one in, followed by the kids and Steve leading up the back. "Is anyone home?"
"What a dump," Steve said quietly, mostly to himself. Whenever he saw the body-shaped figure in the boat that sat above the water, he clicked his flashlight off, grabbing an oar off the wall. He held it defensively, then stabbed it into the tarp that covered the small boat, repeatedly.
"What are you doing?" Dustin asked, more confused than anything.
Steve, however, didn't stop his poking of the tarp that covered the boat.
