[ Safe in Gareth's room, this is the first time Eddie has felt like he can fully relax in over a week. The days that it took to get from his re-entrance into Hawkins to Gareth's house, and then before that it was a constant game of cat and mouse, with being accused of murder.

So he doesn't think too much about the fact that his wounds don't really line up with anything from this area, much less this realm. ]

You wouldn't believe me. [ He closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath, but closing his eyes just brings back the flapping of wings, a tendril around his neck, choking him, and he flinches. The mark around his neck looks like he tried to hang himself, which isn't too far from the truth considering the whole thing had felt like a suicide mission that he shouldn't have survived. ]

I wouldn't believe me. Shit's really fucked up. Like seriously fucked up, man. There's another plane of existence underneath Hawkins kind of fucked up.