The Quiet Girl | Stanley Uris x Reader

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the video is kinda graphic but the song is good !!
warnings - normal IT stuff
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STANLEY'S POV

My heart beats quickly at the thought of the Neibolt house. Nobody tried to get Y/N to come with us after everything that happened. No one was worried about her, she was safe in her room compared to where we were going. 

Mike held his gun tightly in his hand, obviously out of fear. We were all gonna die. 

Bill spoke quickly, "Guys, spikes." He took two metal poles with spikes on the end and put them together.Richie smashed a beer bottle against the stairs, making Eddie and I flinch at the loud sound. Everyone started walking into the house, with every fear in the world but with the confidence I don't have.

"Stan?" Bill asked noticing me not moving. Richie, Ben, Eddie, and Mike all turned around. I felt my hands shaking as I grasped the front of my shirt. Everything was cold but it was even more cold and empty in there.

"Stan, we all have to go." I can't do it. I can't even move from where I am standing. My feet are stuck to the ground and everything is moving too fast. "Beverly was right. If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one. But if we stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise." I don't even know who said it but we need to get to Beverly. 

I follow Bill to the basement, a pretty big well leading down.. Pretty far down. 

Richie nudges Eddie, "Hey, Eddie, you got a quarter?" Eddie looks at him like he is crazy, pushing him away, "I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing." My hands fumble with each word spoken and I hear strange whispers about death.

Ben looks down into the well, obvious fear leaking down his face, "Beverly?" Richie looks down the well  to even see if she could hear him. 

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike whispers to Bill. He looks around quickly and I see his eyes catch on a pretty long rope on the ground. He wraps it securely around himself and starts going down the wall. Richie pulls it back up and we each take turns going down. Mike is the only one left, everyone still unknowing to the whispers that are entering my head.

Immediately, Mike lets out a loud yelp and we hear him fall backwards. "Die!" I could recognize that voice out of hundreds. Bowers.

We all yell out for him but we aren't getting a response, just an occasional grunt and some evil laughs. All of a sudden, the rope that fell back down the well started getting pulled up but we couldn't reach it before it was pulled all the way out of our grasp.

Hearing the gun cock back, everyone looked at each other and gasped still trying to get up to Mike but was no use. Every noise kept getting louder until it was just silent. Bowers then fell past us screaming all the way down. 

I could barely notice the heavy breathing calming down because all I could hear was my name being whispered from down the tunnel.

"Stanley.." I whipped around quickly, letting my flashlight shine down on the wet rocks. 

"Beverly? Is that you?" I walked into the tunnel and saw a flash of bright red eyes and a too toothy smile. I tried to turn around. I really did. But somehow, I was alone. I didn't even go that far. No one was there.

"Guys? Guys!?"

How did I even end up here? Footsteps surrounded me and they kept getting louder and louder. The painting lady, the scary woman in my dad's office showed up coming slowly towards me. 

I couldn't even move, I felt heavy and I couldn't breathe. 

Her mouth was full of sharp teeth and she came too fast and too quick towards my head. Everything was dark and it just feels like my face was being taken from my head with no remorse.