SICKNESS °•Eddie Kaspbark•°

Chapter 33

🎈 CHAPTER 33🎈

°•°Vanessa's POV°•°

Eddie took a hold of my arm pulling me closer to him as we stepped into the house, which looked even more disgusting than it did back then, or the dark just made it look worst than it was, because the flashlights didn't show us much, all it did was giving me goosebumps, and not the good kind.

On the stairs was that black liquid running down, which burned anything in it's path, it's one way to make us feel welcome. "Hmm. Well, I love what he's done with the place." Richie states sarcastically.

"Beep-beep, Richie." Beverly mutters under her breath.

"All right."

Bill took the lead towards the path that would take us down to the well, and we quickly followed, not one of wanting to be left behind, and of course we had to enter the kitchen to get too the basement.

"Hey, hey. That's the basement, right?" Richie asks, pointing the flashlight at an open door, with stairs leading down. Bill went to take a look when Ben at the back of the group started groaning, like he was in pain.

"Ben?" Beverly asks, just as the door closes on us, leaving myself, Bill, Richie and Eddie in the looked kitchen.

"Ben!" Yells both Eddie and Bill banging on the door, I just froze, thinking why something can't just be easy for once.

"Ben!"

Richie and I turned towards the fridge that was making weird rattling sounds, the two by the door stopped their banging as well their attention turning to the fridge too.

"Okay, that can't be good, right?" Richie asks softly, a scared look on his face, something from the inside started pounding on the fridge door, as it suddenly opens up.

"Ugh."

Inside was the younger version of Stanley all twisted inside of the fridge, look like a dead body that was busy decaying.

"It's Stan." Richie states, clearly in shock.

"That's not Stan, these fucking mind games he's playing trying to make us scared, I'm so fucking sick of it!" I state in anger and fear, as the Stanley in the fridge starts yelling.

"Oh!"

His head breaks off from his body, rolling onto the floor.

"Oh god."

"Shit."

Eddie pulls me out of the way as the head rolls past all of us, to the other end of the room, coming to a stop, it head upright, it felt like it was staring at us, Eddie started hyperventilating next to me, all i could do for my husband was hold on to his hand, drawing circles and try to calm him down.

"I'd still be alive if it wasn't for you, Bill." Stanley's head says, this wasn't happening, was all I could silently tell myself.

"No."

Stanley's head started twitching weirdly as he asks, "Richie, what's happening to me?" His face was making weird bubbles which got bigger, until legs came out of his face, they looked like spider legs, Eddie was making noises of disbelief.

"You gotta be fucking kidding." Richie says with a shake of his head, and his eyes wider than what it has ever been. Stanley's spider head started laughing, but none of this was amusing, infact it was demonic and manipulative.

Out of nowhere it came running straight at us.

"Fuck!"

All we could do is run from it, and not get bitten, by his teeth that suddenly got really sharp.

"Oh, god damn it, get it away from me. Oh, god!" Eddie yells, as it got closer to us, stepping forward I kicked it away from us, only for it to target Bill next who quickly moved away.

"Whoa, whoa!" Bill says, hitting it with the flashlight when it came past him, looking around the corner where it fell, it was nowhere in sight.

Eddie was stuck to the wall, afraid to move, and in all honesty I didn't wanna move either, because all of this was starting to get really ridiculous.

"Eddie, Vanessa! Hey. Are you guys okay?" Richie asks in concern.

"I'm..." Eddie was about to say something until drool came falling down from the roof, making him freeze up. Richie flashed the light just above us, and there the head spider was.

"Oh, there he is." Richie states calmly, just as Stanley's head screams, jumping on top of Richie's head, trying to literally eat his face off, making me scream in fright, as Richie fell to the ground the thing still on his face.

"Get it off of me!" Richie desperately yells, Bill got on top of him trying to pull the head off, he was actually lifting the thing the more he pulled.

"Get it off of me! Get it off of me!" Richie kept on yelling, Bill still trying to pull this thing of.

"I wanna go home." Eddie mutters next to me, frozen up against the wall.

"Get the knife!" Bill yells to us, I didn't hesitate one second to run towards the knife picking it up. "Bill! Get it off of me, Bill! Quick!" Richie screams, running towards them I stick the knife into its head where I could find place, kicking it right off of Richie, it made a hard impact against the wall, going completely still.

"What?" Beverly asks upon entering the room with Mike seeing the weird Stanley spider head. The thing started getting up again, limping out of the room laughing, as it ran down the hall.

"Is everybody okay?" Beverly asks, kneeling down to help a coughing Richie who had slime all over his face. I walked up to a frozen Eddie, who hasn't moved an inch. "He could have fucking died, if it wasn't for Vanessa, man. You know that, right?" Bill questions grabbing Eddie's clothes.

"I can't see." Richie says, rubbing his eyes.

"Georgie's dead. The kid's dead. Stanley's dead. You want Richie, too? You want Richie, too?" Bill yells, I lightly pushed him away from Eddie, because what he was talking about wasn't about Eddie freezing up, and not helping anymore, it was about Pennywise trying to finish us off.

"I think that's enough Bill, Eddie's scared, all of us are scared, okay?" I stated calmly, because it doesn't help we pin the blame on each other.

"I don't want Richie, too. I don't. I don't." Eddie mutters, fear covering his face. "Please don't be mad. I was just scared." Eddie admits, tears running down his face, he looked towards me, and I couldn't take it, seeing him like this.

"That's what he wants, right? Don't give it to him." Bill states, after that , it gave me the chance to pull Eddie into my arms, to comfort him.

When we were all ready, we made our way down to the basement where the well was located.

"A lot of memories, huh?" Ben asks, staring at the well, nervously. "All bad." One by one we climbed down, without any hesitation.

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