Normally you'd tell your best friends about the weird things that have been in your mind. But they'd roll their eyes and call you crazy. Realistic visions of past trauma, grandfather clocks, and monsters weren't at all normal.

But neither was Eddie Munson. And lately, you could tell he was on edge. Maybe he was having the visions too. So here you were, standing at the door of his trailer. When he answered the door, confusion wasn't enough to describe his reaction.

"You?"

"Hi. Um... Can we talk?"