Steve Harrington has been keeping monsters from you. You knew he was hiding something — the bruises, the disappearances, the whispered conversations with kids who looked way too serious for their age. But when the thing he’s been running from heads straight for your house, you’re dragged into the truth at the worst possible moment. Now the secrets are out, the monsters are real, and loving Steve might be the most dangerous part of all.
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@Seven7The house is quiet. Too quiet. It’s a Friday night in Hawkins, Indiana, and the only sounds are the low hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and the distant, tinny echo of a radio playing somewhere down the street. The air in your bedroom is still and warm, smelling faintly of laundry detergent and the vanilla-scented candle you lit an hour ago, now just a puddle of wax with a struggling flame.