{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:underthehero","title":"Inside the eyes","subtitle":"Underneath the hero","author":{"name":"finding it hard to be,"},"link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/underthehero.livejournal.com\/"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/underthehero.livejournal.com\/data\/atom"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"service.feed","type":"application\/x.atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/underthehero.livejournal.com\/data\/atom","title":"Inside the eyes"}}],"updated":"2019-08-06T08:13:08Z","entry":[{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:underthehero:1028","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/underthehero.livejournal.com\/1028.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/underthehero.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=1028"}}],"title":"underthehero @ 2008-09-06T15:58:00","published":"2008-09-06T23:14:06Z","updated":"2019-08-06T08:13:08Z","content":"

So that Steve Harrington guy is alive...

And he's not a douche? He owns a couple properties around Hawkins and agreed to talk to me about some stuff.
Not all of it, just some. If you could even call it that.

If you missed the story, here's part one<\/a> and part two<\/a>.
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I'm transcribing this off of audio from my phone okay, so don't judge me. I started recording after we introduced ourselves.

Me:<\/b> Yeah, I'm new here. (laughs)
Steve:<\/b> How are you liking Hawkins? Kinda neat for a small town, right? (Laughs)
Me:<\/b> I like old creepy places so it's definitely my style. (nervous, don't judge me, laugh) Speaking of creepy...I wanted to know if you could tell me about Barb?
Steve:<\/b> (Silently takes a seat at his desk) Barb. Right. What- what brings up Barb? A friendly stroll through the old town archives?
Me:<\/b> No, I bought a jacket that had a photo of her in the pocket. (pulls it out and puts it on the table)
Steve:<\/b> (Looks at it. Looks upset) This. Was in the pocket of your jacket when you got it?
Me: <\/b>Mhm.
Steve: <\/b>(Pushes photo back to me) Must be one of Jonathan's old jackets. How this picture remained in there for over twenty years is beyond me.
Me: <\/b>Who's that?
Steve:<\/b> He's. Just a guy. Really good guy. (looks down at his watch) Hey, can we reschedule this? I have to head to a meeting.

He didn't push me out of his office but he did try to rush out so I would follow.
It was strange and uncomfortable and I was told they'd 'be in contact' for a follow up conversation.
But I have a feeling it won't happen.

So I guess on to Nancy and Jonathan?<\/p><\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:underthehero:960","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/underthehero.livejournal.com\/960.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/underthehero.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=960"}}],"title":"Stranger Things Are Afoot...","published":"2008-09-05T04:53:55Z","updated":"2019-08-06T07:58:56Z","content":"


So, some more weird shittt happened today...

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So you remember that girl in the photo from last post?
Well, I went looking for her. To see if I could track down the coat owner.

And I regret this choice.

Hawkins in a small town and most people have been here forever, so I asked around.
There was an old dude at The Palace Arcade that I talked to.
His name's like...Keith or something? Guess he owns the place.

So I asked him first who the photo might be of and he made this slightly more angry face than usual and stuffed a chip in his mouth.

"Looks like Barb." Was all he said before he walked off. I'm like...who is Barb?! What do I doooo with this infooo?!

I got home and jumped on the computer to search up 'Barb Hawkins Indiana' and an obituary came up for a girl that went missing in 1983 and I guess was found dead?? Apparently the last place she was seen, alive, was at some douchebag's house while he was having a get together.

The report mentioned a pool.
Like.
Is this the same pool?
Did I just faceplant into some age old conspiracy?!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS NONSENSE.

I'm going to do more digging now that I have a few names to follow. Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington...I hope this isn't that dickwad's coat or I'm burning it. And IF THIS PHOTO IS OF A MURDER I'M TURNING IT IN. I'm not joking. I'm stressed out and worried that I may have just stumbled across some sort of murder conspiracy plot. I'm freaking out. <\/p>

I don't even know anymore.
So here's a photo and a quote from the obituary:

"Barb was kind, just and loyal. I'm not sure why anyone would want to hurt such a gentle spirit."

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I need a place to vent because something really weird happened today. <\/p>

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So, I moved to this new town with a ton of creepy buildings (which are my FAVE) which is normally enough to give everyone the total creeps. I was digging it until I had a weird run-in with something I bought at a thrift store today. And before you say 'LISA, THRIFT STORES AREN'T COOL' you're a liar, it's the only place to get REAL retro clothes without spending a bajillion dollars at thecobrasnake's shop. It's the bees knees.

ANYWAY...

So I bought this old jacket that looks like it was worn by some grandpa back in the 80's, because Panic! At The Disco made Grandpa-chic cool okay. Didn't think anything of it. Bought it with a couple of old books and a camera.<\/p>

I get home, try it on, put my phone in the pocket and fell in LOVE. It's SO comfy and totally my vibe. So I'm wandering around the house and my phone vibrates in my pocket (which was already weird because who texts when you have aim?) and I pull it out. But out with the phone comes a square piece of paper. And there are more. In my pocket.

I'm like...are these business cards?? Did this jacket belong to Patrick Bateman??

No, they're ripped pieces of a picture. Like, I stumbled across some old ass pieces of a picture. What the heck?! Not just a picture but one in pretty good condition.

So I piece them together and make this:

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It's a picture of a girl looking down at a pool and then there's some sort of weird picture behind her, like it's supposed to be watching her. My jacket went from cool grandpa jacket to weird, hipster college student real quick. It's not like...scary or anything but it's just...strange. Idk. Maybe I'm overthinking it but I'm gonna keep the picture and the coat. Maybe frame it. It's kinda cool and like...a weird look into the past of my new town.

That's all, folks!

Lisa<\/p><\/a>"}]}