FEAR, it 2017

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                     𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 1989:

It was now August, and I hadn't seen my friends since the fight that Bill and Richie had.

I mostly stayed in my room ever since, unless I had to do something. My mom had already come back from being out of town for a while.

My mom was at the grocery store at the moment.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I got up to go answer it, but then the person knocked again. "Okay, I'm coming!" I shout in annoyance. I opened the door to see all of my friends accept Beverly, standing at my door.

"Hi?" I say. "We n-n-need to t-tell you something." Bill stutters. "What is it?" I question. "It got Beverly." Bill states. I look in confusion. "What are you talking about?" I ask. "It. The c-c-clown. It got Beverly." Bill states again. I give him a shocked look.

"Hold on a moment." I say. I see that they are all holding weapons of some sort, so I go upstairs to the safe in my mom's room and get the gun that she has in there. I put it in a bag and put the bag on my shoulder. "Okay, I'm ready." I say as I run down the stairs. They nod. "Let's go save Bev!" I say with a smile. We all get on our bikes and ride over to the creepy old house.

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When we got to the house, Eddie took off his fanny pack and threw it. "What was that for?" I ask him. "They are placebos. They are bullshit." He replied.

Richie grabs a bottle from the ground and smashes it on the stairs railing.

He turns to look at us and throws it to the ground.

I had a feeling that something was wrong. I then turned to see someone in a car watching us. I couldn't see who it was, though.

We all walked inside, but Stan was still standing outside. "Stan? Are you coming?" I ask. "Stan, we all have to go. B-B-Beverly was right. I-if we split up like last time, t-t-that clown w-will kill us one by one. But if we s-stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise." Bill said. Stan then walked into the house along with us.

We all walked down into the basement where the well was.

"Hey, Eddie! You got a quarter?" Richie asked. "I wouldn't wanna make a wish in that fucking thing." Eddie retorted. We shined our flashlights into the well. "Beverly!" Ben shouted. "How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike asks.

Bill spots a rope and ties it to a hook above the well. Mike yanks it to make sure it's stable.

First, Bill goes. Then, Eddie goes. It was now Mike and I left. I let Mike go before me. When he was about to go in, someone grabbed his shirt and yanked him away from the rope. It was Henry Bowers. "Leave him alone!" I shout at him. He turns to look at me. "Oh, don't act like I wouldn't kill you right here." Bowers replied.

"You fucking psycho!" I shout.

I could hear my friends shouting to us.

Bowers was attacking Mike. I got up and kicked Bowers on his side so he would fall. As he fell, his pocket knife slipped out of his pocket. I grabbed the knife and held it in my hand. He got up and looked down at Mike of the ground. I came up from behind him and stabbed his shoulder.

He turned to look at me as I backed away. "You're fucking dead." He told me. "No. You're gonna be." I say, looking at him. I stabbed him again on the side, and he fell down the well.

"Holy shit! I actually did it!" I exclaim.

"Marcie! Mike!" Our friends yell. I walk over to the well and look down. "We're okay!" I shout. I could hear their sighs of relief. Then, Mike and I both went down the well.