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Come on! Come on! Go!

Go!

Come on! Come on! Go! Go!

Oh my gosh! Oh my god! What is going on?

Whoa!

-Where'd it go? -Whoa!

What was that?

A ghost! A freaking ghost!

That's what I've been saying!

We need to get out of here before it comes back!

Don't have to ask me twice!

What… What are those things?

It's more of those Hate Sprites!

What do we do?

Just back away slowly.

Can they hurt us?

Yes, very much so.

This is crazy!

Whoa. Uh…

Oh no!

-No! -Run!

Get off of me, you overgrown housefly!

Get off of me! Get...

Max! No!

El!

Leave her alone!

El!

What the… What the heck?

Did… Did those things come from the flowers or something?

They must have.

Do you think they're from the Upside Down?

I do not know.

Whatever they are, we gotta tell the others.

Did we lose it?

I think we're good.

Oh my god! Oh my god!

This could be The H.I.C.'s first contact with the afterlife!

We have to record every interaction, take meticulous notes, and…

Are you, like, okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Mike, you have to walk us through your encounter. In detail.

What? No.

It's for science! For posterity!

I'm gonna kick your posterity if you keep asking.

Whoa! Guys, come on. Just cool it!

Here, whatever detail you want, it's in there.

You got pics?

I was just trying to see in the dark.

Yeah. Doesn't look like much.

Hold on. Hold on.

-What? -Whoa.

Is that a dead guy?

He's not just dead. Look, he was murdered.

There's one more picture.

That just looks like a blurry light.

But we all know it's not.

Look at the color of that pickaxe.

Is that silver?

This guy was killed by Bloodaxe Bill.

No wonder he's haunting the mine. He has unfinished business.

I'm sorry it comes down to this, but I know what we have to do here.

What?

Our homework.

A ghost? You dorks cannot be serious.

This is not the time to live out your Ghostbuster fantasies.

But I saw it. It was as close as you are.

Ghosts are real?

-Yes. -No.

If they aren't real, then explain that.

What is that, your thumb?

I can't believe you're wasting time on a campfire story.

Bloodaxe Bill? Haunted mines? Do you hear yourselves?

The Upside Down has always been our problem.

It's still our problem.

Those flowers have Upside Down written all over them.

The Hate Sprites too.

We're not really saying this is the Upside Down again, are we?

Last month, this town was crawling with spore-y plant creatures.

Now there are Murder Flowers and Hate Sprites on the loose.

Ooh, scary flowers. Heh.

Guess I gotta cancel my order at the florist.

Florist? The flowers.

One plus one equals the Upside Down.

And if there is one thing The H.I.C. tackles,

it is the freaking Upside Down.

-Max? -Oh, come on.

Max!

No, you! Come on! Do you want me to dump you again?

Yeah, right!

Max! The Hate Sprites live in the flowers, right?

Right.

Flowers.

Like the ones we stashed at school.

Um, did we say Code Red?

This isn't a Code Red. It's a golden opportunity.

Don't you see? The H.I.C. has two cases at the same time.

This is what we've been building towards, what we've dreamed of.

We can't just let this chance pass us by. Two cases means that...

We split up.

Yeah, we'll take the school and the Hate Sprites.

Team Two, we'll stay on Bloodaxe Bill. He's already claimed one victim,

so we all have to figure out a way to stop him before he takes another. Okay?

-Fine. -Sure.

Great, let's roll. We're wasting time.

Maybe I'm on Team One this time.

I mean, the girls might need my help carrying all those flowers.

Rad, okay. We could use another set of hands on flower-thrashing duty.

Come on, Mike. You're not getting out of research

-just 'cause you're scared of ghosts. -What?

This isn't a field trip, Lucas. He doesn't need a permission slip.

Well, are you coming or what?

Traitor.

Murder Flowers, killer Hate Sprites, mineshaft ghosts.

Heck, even the pumpkin pies were evil.

Max, one new kid to another, have you ever considered…?

Yeah, how completely nuts this town is? So many times.

So, the flower I gave you was…

A Murder Flower.

I am so sorry. I owe you another one, a non-murder one.

You do not owe me anything, Mike.

I just wanted to get you something nice.

I… I… I always want to get you nice things.

Sometimes words are not enough?

Yeah? I mean, yeah.

I mean, I guess what I'm trying to say, to ask, is

you're so cool, and so great, and so… brave.

Mike, you wanted to ask something?

I… No. It's… It's just…

We'll talk about it later.

None of this actually explains who that skeleton was,

or why Bloodaxe Bill axed him,

because that definitely didn't happen in any explosion.

I'm not finding anything either.

Maybe there's a missing page somewhere.

Or… Or maybe we need to decode a secret message.

That feels like a stretch.

"Where's the silver pickaxe?"

It's still stuck in the skeleton.

No, look. Somebody wrote all over the margins of this book.

"The curse…" Something.

"…never be lifted until…" Something.

"…the truth"?

"Curse."

Didn't Charlie mention something about a curse?

Okay. While you all know that I do not condone defacing library books,

it's clear whoever wrote this has information we need.

We should find and question…

"AMD."

Is that enough?

Enough for a start.

That's a lead. Let's go.

Do you think Mrs. Wheeler would let us use her phone book?

Probably.

4872 Barnum. This is it.

Looks like a place McGruff the Crime Dog would warn us about.

Oh, come on. This is The H.I.C. We laugh in the face of danger.

Onwards, champions.

But maybe, you know, be careful with what you touch.

Uh…

Good evening, sir. Do you have a moment to discuss...

I gave at the office.

Is this your handwriting?

Who wants to know?

Just a couple kids interested in the truth.

Tsk. Jeez.

Get in here. Quick.

So what do we do if the shed's, like, swarming with those things?

Close the door and run? Set the place on fire?

You should've seen how fast we ran out of that mine.

I think we broke the sound barrier.

Adrenaline.

Adrenaline?

Yeah, when you get scared, your brain produces adrenaline.

It lets people do impossible things. Big energy boost.

Speaking of boosts, we should have brought our knickknacks.

No matter what happens, I can protect us.

So, Mr. AMD…

Arthur.

Oh. Uh…

Nice to meet you, Arthur.

My name's Dustin. This is Will and Lucas. We go to Hawkins Middle School.

And we're doing a local history report about Samuel Hawkins and Bloodaxe Bill.

Local history?

Bah! More like local garbage.

This town has never cared about the truth.

Not as long as the money kept flowing.

These are your notes, then?

I'm the only one who cares to correct all the lies they print.

History is written by the victors, right? My family ain't the victors.

That's what we're here for. We want someone to tell us the real truth.

What's the use?

Everyone believes Bloodaxe Bill was nothing but a silver-mad monster

whose greed got good men killed.

Try us.

Fine. You want the truth?

Bloodaxe Bill wasn't no villain.

That's why he was murdered.

Murdered?

Um, I'm not seeing any Hate Sprites.

I… I guess we're okay, then.

So, how are we gonna do this?

I'm thinking like this.

Murdered? But that skeleton,

it had Bloodaxe Bill's silver pickaxe in its chest.

We thought it must've been one of his victims,

someone who tried to stop him

before he made his men dig too deep and blew up the whole mine.

Bah!

Lies, I tell ya.

If there's a skeleton in that mine, then it's Bloodaxe himself.

Don't you see? He didn't cause no explosion.

His only crime was caring for his miners and trusting the wrong man,

his friend, his murderer,

Samuel Hawkins himself!

Ah!

Just the wind.

Yeah, just the wind.

Wind do that too?

Guys, are these things still alive?

Guys!

Come on! Let's shred those things and get out of here!

Did that come from the flowers?

It was Hawkins and his greed

that forced his miners to keep digging where they shouldn't.

And when Bloodaxe stood up to him,

it was Hawkins' greed that stole that silver axe

and drove it into my granddad's chest!

Wait a second. Bloodaxe Bill was your grandfather?

He was. And he was a good man.

Not that anyone in this blasted town believes it.

After the explosion, Hawkins covered his tracks.

He made himself the hero and my granddad the devil.

He earned himself two legacies.

The first, the town named in his honor.

But the second,

that's the curse of Bloodaxe Bill.

Because the spirit of Bloodaxe Bill will never rest.

And he now haunts the town that killed him.

It's him!

The ghost!

Nikki!

And if one of Hawkins' own crosses his path,

then they will feel the full wrath of Bloodaxe Bill…

Mike!

…and his undying curse.

El!

No, no, no!

I… I can't stop it.