[ okay, okay. cool. at least it's not him. eddie's really goddamn tired of seeing people be really blasè about this spooky stuff. he steps to the side, arms wrapped around his torso as he looks out at the spirits and tries not to look as freaked out. is it working? nope. ] Dude, what the fuck.

What even are they? Like ghosts, sure, but is this about to turn into an everyone on the docks run for our lives situation? [ he looks around and, okay, no one's running. maybe not. ]