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[It's true to form that Beverly would make an audio post, but she definitely sounds miserable. Maybe more miserable than she has in a long time, and that's with the whole demon thing last month.]

Aaron and Eric are gone. I just came over for dinner and...

[And they're gone.]

First Jason and now this. Why does everyone keep leaving?!

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It's a demon. It kills kids and feeds off my town's fear.

...fuck. [And then he clears his throat. Because he said that to kid.] Uh...I mean...where the hell did that come from?

[Beverly sounds amused.]

You know I fucking swear too, right? You should see my friend Richie. He's got the worst mouth you can imagine. But he's not here.

And we don't know. But it's something that's always been in our town, and it comes back to do it every twenty-seven years and it makes the adults like not care. And it makes em cruel.

And?

[Adults are supposed to be role models or... Something.]

Damn. [A pause.] Thing about demons... They're easier to get to come to you. With bait.

They did come to me. I was bait. My friends and I stopped it. For a while. But not long enough. We gotta stop it forever.

Hey, you asked me how to track a demon, kid, not how to kill it.

I need to be be able to find it before I can kill it. How do you kill it though?

Sounds like finding it's the easy part. You've got what it wants.

Well, you tried shovin' a grenade down its throat? It works pretty well.

I put a fence spike through it’s head. It only slowed it down.

Didn't destroy the brain.

Yes we did. It didn't matter.

Then you didn't do a good enough job.

The spike went through the middle of his brain and out the other side. And then the other time I shoved reverb through it. If we're going by zombie rules it should have been dead. But it just went back to sleep for twenty-eight years like it always does.

Yeah, because we're not talking about a zombie, kid. We're talking about something with regenerative healing capability. You incinerate the head or it just grows back.

Really? How do you keep it separate enough to get it going?

You don't, kid. You make sure it's blown into so may pieces Humpty Dumpty can't put the pieces back together again.

[Bev considers for a moment.]

It had these weird like... lights. In it's mouth. The Dead Lights. I don't know if blowing it up would work.

Won't know until you try.

Can you teach me how to make explosives?

Yeah, and from things around the house, too.

Cool. And you'll show me?

[Please teach her how to blow shit up, Cole.]

I'll show you something simple. You prove to me you can do it without blowing your head off, we'll see.

I can. I'm a badass.

I never argued that point, kid, but you don't have to. Not here.

Clearly you haven’t been here for the nightmares and the moss that possessed people.