Stranger Things Season 4: Eddie Munson’s Letter To Uncle Wayne! Heart Locking Letter

Stranger Things fans eagerly await the second volume of season four, a shocking theory about Eddie is swirling around on social media. According to some viewers, it would be the 010 experiments, bringing up some interesting “proofs” to support the claims. The leader of the Hellfire Club only featured in the fourth act of the popular show, all of a sudden remembers having his hair shaved off in middle school.

Stranger Things Season 4: Eddie Munson’s Letter To Uncle Wayne

Hello Uncle,

it’s me, Eddie. I imagine how strange it may be for you to receive this letter as there have never been too many words between us, but I believe the situation calls for an exception to this unwritten rule of ours. After all, a gap has been opened between our city and its eerie counterpart, clouded and full of monsters, and as if that weren’t enough, I’m dead. In short, now or never.

You are probably wondering where this letter came from since I am no longer here. The thing is, no matter how hard I tried not to think about it, I knew things weren’t going well. Indeed, I rectify I knew they were going to shit. I knew it from the night Chrissy died in that horrible way in front of my eyes in our house and I ran away. I admit that at the beginning I had no idea how and how bad the situation would turn out, but it didn’t take a genius to understand that from that moment on I wouldn’t be doing very well., and in fact, it went just like that. Before returning to the Upside Down for our semi-suicide mission, I, therefore, thought it appropriate to write you a few lines, and at the right moment – if ever there is – I will give them to Henderson. That guy is great. And here is the story of my letter from beyond the grave.

You know uncle, to escape from my reality I have always taken refuge in worlds full of monsters. Paradoxical, isn’t it? I could feel safer surrounded by beasts ready to do anything to exterminate the world than in my everyday life. Playing Dungeons & Dragons has never been a simple pastime for me: you build a character, fight bravely, and save lives. In the world of D&D, I’ve never been Eddie the Weirdo, the long-haired guy who can’t graduate. And so for me, the Hellfire Club was never just a bunch of not casters doing an RPG, for me it was the chance to have an alternate life where there are monsters that at least I can fight. I must say, however, that I never imagined that those monsters existed.

But do you know what I think? Vecna ​​and those killer bats aren’t the only monsters around here. It didn’t take people anything to convince themselves that I was a killer. On the one hand, I understand them, they are the perfect scapegoat: I am strange and different and I sell drugs to innocent cheerleaders. But it’s so easy to think of it this way, so simple to blame it all on those who are so blatantly out of the crowd. But even when I was visually innocent, when Jason and I saw that basketball team player floating in the air and then dying in front of us, Jason still thought it was me. I didn’t even touch it, I was terrified, it was happening again. Yet it was still my fault, apparently, according to him, I did a curse, a rite, or something similar. And he turned a whole city against me.

Many have believed in my guilt without thinking twice, maybe not even once. But you don’t, I know that. I know that you have sought and defended me; defended exactly as you always did. It doesn’t take a lot of words to communicate, and I know I was important to you even if you never explicitly told me. For what it’s worth, I want to tell you it was the same to me, we were the only family we needed. You took me with you, you welcomed me, you raised me, and you taught me that I could take a different path from that of my father. Thanks to you I decided that I would never put into practice those few teachings he had given me, first of all, the one on how to break into a car. I have always kept this promise until very recently: who would have thought that the knowledge of my father would have served me in the fight against evil? But it was worth it.

I also wanted to tell you that luckily you weren’t the only one who believed me innocent. Dustin Henderson and his group of friends at least as weird as I did not hesitate for a moment to give me a hand, and I thank myself of the past for having welcomed him in the Hellfire, I was right. They had already been dealing with the monsters of the Upside down, although seeing them you would never imagine that it is thanks to them that Hawkins has not yet imploded, sunk, or whatever. Heroes don’t always wear cloaks. They found me before the police did – or worse, those madmen on the basketball team – they brought me supplies. Without them, I would have been dead long ago, and I would have died like Eddie the Assassin. They helped me escape at the right time, but they also taught me not to escape anymore. Dustin, Steve, even that dwarf Erica Sinclair don’t run away in the face of danger, even when they get under it in fear. They helped me believe I could do it, and now I’m about to go with them to help save the world.

Saving the world, Eddie Munson trying to save the world makes me laugh too. Yet that is precisely what we are trying to do as I write this letter. I’ve never written anything this long in all my too many years in high school. This year would have been the right one, I felt it, I would finally be able to get my diploma, I was even looking for a new item for the Hellfire. I was ready to let go of this phase of my life to enter the next one, maybe give myself to music – the college has never done it for me, but the electric guitar did in short, do something good.

I may not graduate but something good I am about to do anyway, something much bigger than a piece of paper, a pompous ceremony, and throwing a hat in the air. I’m about to return to the creepy, hazy, monster-filled version of Hawkins to blow Vecna’s head off, avenge Chrissy and the others, and, why not, save the world. Me, a hero: but do you think about it? No, it can’t be done, to be a true hero I would have to have Steve Harrington’s hair. I’m just Eddie Munson, the weird one, the cowardly one. But this time I’m sure, Eddie Munson won’t run away.