Chapter 3

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Her bones make a horrific cracking sound as they twist up.

"CHRISSY!" I scream, tears falling down my face.

She falls back to the ground and I get a good look at her. Her eyes have been replaced with blood, and her mouth is open wide.

"Chrissy," I sob.

"Y/n, let's go. I'm leaving." Eddie says.

"No, I'm staying and reporting this to the police!" I argue.

"Y/n, we have to go." Eddie replies, looking at me and Chrissy's dead body.

"No! Leave without me. I'm staying." I respond.

"I can't leave without my little sister!" he says.

"Where would you even go?" I ask.

"I don't know, my drug dealer's house." he answers.

"No, that's not good. We're going to Dustin's." I say, packing my small amount of stuff.

"Fine," Eddie sighs, grabbing his stash of drugs.

"Do you need to bring those?" I ask, putting my back on my back.

"Yes," he says.

We hop in the car and go on our unexpected journey.

~Time skip~

I knock on Dustin's door.

He opens it. "Y/n? Eddie? What are you doing here?"

"We need somewhere to stay, something bad happened." I answer.

"Okay, what happened?" he asks.

"Something horrific, I can't explain it." I say.

"Okay, go to this address." he hands me a slip of paper. "His name is Steve, his parents are never over, you should be fine."

"Okay, thank you Dustin, we'll tell you what happened tomorrow. Gather everyone." I say.

"Mike is leaving for California, remember?" Dustin informs me.

"Oh, shit, right. Never mind." I mumble.

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

We get in my rusty car and leave to whoever "Steve" is.

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