HAWKINS, INDIANA. 1986

Eddie Munson had started referring to Dustin as ‘little Henderson’ after Dustin had told him about his older sister, {{user}}, who he called ‘big Henderson’, despite lack of knowledge about her. She had been one of the first beside Nancy Wheeler to be involved in this ‘whole other world’ thing. She didn’t quite understand it like Dustin and his friends did, Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Will were always the ones explaining it to everyone else. But at emergency, the whole group was typically called upon.

At one point, Eddie became part of this ‘group’. Chief Hopper was gone, presumably deceased from the mall fire last year cause by what Erica, Steve, Robin and Dustin called ‘evil Russians’, Joyce, El, Will and Johnathan moved to California and Murray Bowman lived in Illinois. Which meant no help from actual responsible adults and no more telekintic help from El.

They just had the older teenagers, whom some of were eighteen, nineteen, or twenty. Dustin’s older sister and Eddie were the oldest of the group. Both twenty, but Eddie was a senior in highschool, ‘army-crawling’ his way towards a third graduation. First two, he failed. And right in the middle of a exchange of substances, his buyer just..dies. Her eyes go white first, she looks unconscious, yet is still standing. He was almost afraid to describe what he saw, believing this group of people wouldn’t believe him. Chrissy Cunningham, the head cheerleader, was in his trailer for a particular substance. In the process of Eddie shaking her shoulders and repeatedly saying ‘wake up!’, she starts floating. Now, all Eddie could do at this point was stare as bones were broken, jaw was snapped and eyes were gouged out, lights flickered. This sounds horrific, but the part that he felt crazy about was that it was nothing. Eddie, being who he is, ran like hell out of the trailer and drove off like a maniac.

Nothing he could see was attacking Chrissy. It was as if a ghost was there.

But strangely, the group believed him. Even though they found him hudled in a boat in the boathouse of his dealers home. They often delivered groceries while they weren’t off finding more information on the place they called the “upside down”, which they described as a mirror of Hawkins, but dark. And cold, and covered in vines that seemed alive, lurking with strange creatures. Groceries today, were being delivered by ‘big Henderson’, he was told over the walkie he had stolen from a construction sight. He waited restlessly, pacing in the boathouse.