-27 Years Later-
"He can float with ya, Richie. You can float together. I know you'd like that, Richie boy. All you gotta do is step closer."
I flinched when I heard the sound. No other senses of mine were heightened; I'm pretty sure it was dark, and it was cold, and my eyes were blurry, and I was scared. Really scared.
I clenched my fists where I stood. This motherfucker had gotten the best of me once in real life, and a gazillion times more in the many nightmare I had to follow. I sure as hell wasn't going to let It get the best of me now. I refused to turn around. It could smell fear, I know It could.
"I thought I told you to fuck off." It was as if I had gained back all my confidence. I seemed to have only a grayish-brown hoodie on, and probably a distasteful flannel underneath. I wasn't exactly freezing, but I still felt a chill anyway.
"I'm not goin' anywhere, Richie. I missed ya." And then It laughed again. It's laugh was just as slow and drawn and unnerving as I remembered, as a kid.
I shuddered where I stood. Physically. I don't know where It was exactly, but It sounded close. So close, that it could be whispering in my ear.
"You know what you are?" I asked, unable to stop both my shot nerves in my wrists to stop trembling. I dug my nails into my palms but I couldn't feel much pain. Perks of being asleep, I suppose. You were invincible and immortal, even if you died.
It laughed again. It seemed to like playing games. "What?"
"You're a sloppy bitch." I let my eyes close, but it didn't change what I saw or heard; the space in front of me was pure black anyway, like a deep sea that had waves that rolled over and over each other. I'd still hear It, no matter how tight I squeezed my eyelids shut. "You're a sloppy bitch, and I'm gonna get you one day. I'm gonna get you, and I'm gonna make this nightmare end."
There was silence. Holy mother of shit, how I hated silence.
"You know who else used to talk like that, Richie?" It asked, and I could feel a cold, twisted hand run over my shoulder. "You know who else?"
I flinched so hard and so fast that my world seemed to evaporate in slow motion. I didn't answer the question. Don't fucking touch me, I thought to myself. I didn't want It to touch me, It's touch seemed to bring an ora of bad luck wherever it went.
It took the silence as a form of victory. It thought It had won over my fear. And who was I kidding? Maybe It did. "Eds. Eds used to talk like that."
"You call him that again and I'll total you, understand?" my legs were shaking so hard I assumed they'd snap where they were, and I would fall on my face and break my glasses again.
Eds. Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak. A name I faintly remember, a name of a person who was becoming fresher and fresher in my mind the more I thought about it. Yes, my childhood best friend, Eddie. My first love, Eddie. The one who moved away, Eddie.
"I've got his blood on the front of my costume, Richie," It said in a freakish, thirsty delight that I hated with every fiber in my soul. "And all over my mouth. And in my mouth too, and my teeth. Wanna see, Rich? Wanna see?"
I would've whirled around and socked that thing in It's lifeless eyes. I really would've, if I wasn't so fucking scared shitless."You're lying."
"No, no!" It repeated with a the strangest sense of excitement. It was so overjoyed to share this information with me; and meanwhile, I wanted to throw up. "I've got his blood on the front of my costume!"

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