[editing] MISS PERFECT ( tozier )

viii. the well house

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viii. the well house

⋆( 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 )⋆

     BILL HUNG WHITE sheet of paper up on the wall as mike shut the garage door and others making it so no sunlight could be seen in the garage. the projectors light shined onto the poster making it easier to see due to the darkness.

     holly sat herself on the floor, next to eddie, in front of the projector, one hand on the ground holding herself up and the other on her lap. bill put one of the slides into the projector making a map of derry appear. "look." bill said pointing to the part of the poster labeled storm drain. "that's where g-georgie disappeared, that's the ironworks, and the black spot."

     "everywhere it happens it's-it's all connected by the sewers and they all meet up at the-" bill started.

     "the well-house." ben exclaimed. holly closed her eyes shut.

     "you mean the house- the house on neibolt street." she stated. she hated that house. it gave her the creeps, and she felt as if someone was watching her from the inside.

     "you mean the creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?" richie asked looking towards ben as eddie took a puff from his inhaler.

     "i hate that place. always feel like it's watching me." beverly said and holly nodded.

     "that's where i saw it. there i saw the clown." eddie exclaimed.

     "tha-tha-tha-that's where it lives." bill said. holly opened her eyes.

     "well damn," she started, "it must be really fucking poor if it has to live-" she stopped herself, "if he has to live there."

     "i can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there." stan said as eddie took another hit from his inhaler.

     "can we stop talking about this?" eddie asked getting in front of the projector, "i can barely breathe. it's summer. we're kids, i can barely breathe having a fucking asthma attack and fuck doing this." eddie said tearing the map down.

     "what the hell! put the map back!" bill exclaimed as the projector clicked. eddie shook his head.

     "guys." she murmured as the projector started flipping slides. everyone's eyes went from the projector to the wall each time it flipped.