Stuttering Mess °•Bill Denbrough•°

•○•Chapter 34•○•

🎈CHAPTER 34🎈

°Carlita's POV°

Since I've remembered our childhood after getting the call from Mike, I didn't think, that I would have to come into this freaky house ever again, looking around as I sat my feet into the building, everything looked exactly the same except for a few added creepy features.

"Hmm. Well I love what he's done with the place." Richie sarcastically says, staring at the stairs which was covered in that familiar black substance that burns anything it touches.

"Beep-beep Richie." Beverly says.

"All right."

If I remembered correctly the basement was where we had to go, and the basement door was located in the kitchen, so thats where I headed, Bill following right behind me.

"Hey, hey. That's the basement, right?" Richie asks, entering the kitchen too, Eddie following close behind him, his flashlight on the open door, stairs leading down to our doom.

"Ben?" I heard Beverly questions, just as the kitchen door closes, separating us from the others, Bill and Eddie immediately ran trying to open it, but they weren't succeeding in opening it up.

"No, no! Hey, hey! Ben!" Eddie yells, hitting the door with his hands, since the door didn't wanna open.

"Ben!" Bill shouts.

"Okay. All right."

"Ben!"

Richie and I's attention were drawn to the small fridge that suddenly started rattling, it also drawn the two men by the doors attention, since they stopped screaming for the others. The fridge started shaking even more violently. "Okay, that can't be good, right?" Richie asks, with wide eyes.

"It never is." I say softly, as the sound of someone pounding against the fridge from the inside, making the door opening up, inside was something we never expected to see, a younger version of Stanley all twisted inside, looking like a decomposed body.

"Ugh!"

The head moved up, looking at us.

"It's Stan." Richie states, no emotion detected in his voice, Stanley suddenly started screaming unexpectedly making us jump.

"Oh!"

It's head fell off, rolling across the room past us.

"Oh, god."

"Shit."

My heart felt like it was beating inside of my throat, my hands shaking, watching the head coming to a stop, it's dead looking eyes staring straight at us, or Bill more particular. "I'd still be alive if it wasn't for you, Bill." It states.

"No." Bill says tearfully, shaking his head.

"Bill don't listen to it, it just trying to get into your head." I say looking at Bill, who was looking back at me, tears in his eyes.

It's head was making weird cracking noises, it's attention turning towards Richie, as it asks, "Richie, what's happening to me?" It was groaning, as if in pain, legs, actually legs coming out from the side of his face, one after the other, one even came from the side of his eye, making me throw up in my own mouth, and Eddie screaming, which didn't sound like it, with the hole in his cheek.

"You gotta be fucking kidding." Richie says, after it stopped transforming, it was laughing like a maniac when the laughter stopped, it ran straight for Richie, its teeth suddenly very sharp.

"Fuck!"

It made a turn, running for Eddie. "Oh, god damn it, get it away from me. Oh, god!" Eddie yells, kicking it away from him, making a cowardly move I hid behind Bill, when it made it's way towards us. Bill pushed me aside, hitting it over the head, it fell threw the small opening, which was seperating and kitchen into two sections.

Bill leaned over to see where it was, but it was nowhere in sight. "Are you okay?" Bill asks, sounding concerned, it made me wanna smile, but I didn't not in these circumstances. "Peachy. You?" I ask.

"I'm fine." He says.

"Eddie. Hey, are you okay?" Richie asks Eddie who was standing against the wall, frozen in his spot.

"I'm..." Eddie was about to say something, when drool came from the ceiling, making us all look up, with our flashlight, spotting it, staring down at us.

"Oh, there he is." Richie says.

It came falling down, landing right on Richie's face, making them fall to the ground, richie trying his best to not let his face get eaten off.

"Get it off of me!" Richie shouts, Bill reacted fast, standing over Richie pulling at it's hair, trying to pull it off. I made my way towards them, grabbing two of its legs which was holding onto Richie's face, which helped Bill pull it a bit further away from Richie's face.

"Get it off of me!"

"Richie! Richie! Richie! Hey!" Came shouting from the others on the other side of the door, I was glad to hear that they were okay.

"Get it off of me!" Richie shouts once more, our attempt to get this thing off wasn't working very well. Bill was looking around until he saw a very old looking knife.

"Get the knife!" Bill shouts to Eddie, but he didn't move a muscle away from the wall, making me angry. "Edward, for god sake, just get the damn knife!" I shout to him, because trying to get this thing off, was getting a lot harder. "Bill! Carli! Get it off of me, Carli, Bill! Quick!" Richie screams out in desperation.

"Eddie, get the knife!" Bill shouts once more.

"Ahh! Fuck!"

Ben came out of nowhere pushing me out of the way, stabbing the knife right into it's head, once he pulls it out, he kept on stabbing it with the knife, obviously getting out some of his anger.

Once he stopped, Bill was able to pull it away from Richie throwing it against the wall.

"What?" Beverly asks once she enters the kitchen where we were. The  head grunted as it tried getting up, limping towards the door, suddenly laughing making a run out of the kitchen.

"Is everybody okay?" Beverly asks, going to Richie's side, who was coughing, taking off her jacket to wipe off the stuff from his face. "You all right?" Bill asks him, when his attention turned to Eddie, he stood up walking straight towards him, grabbing his shirt.

"He c-could have fucking died, man. You know that, right?" Bill questions him in anger.

"I can't see." Richie says wiping his eyes.

"Georgie's dead. The kid's dead. Stanley's dead. You want Richie, too? You want Richie, too?" Bill questions, yelling, I grabbed his shoulder, lightly pulling him away from a crying Eddie. "Okay, you need to calm down, fighting each other isn't going to help, it only gives Pennywise the satisfaction he wants." I tell him softly, hearing Eddie mutter, "I don't want Richie, too. I don't. I don't."

Bill look towards Eddie, who was looking more scared than ever. "Please don't be mad, Bill. I was just scared." Eddie says, fully crying by that moment.

"That's what he wants, right? Don't give it to him." Bill tells Eddie, making the crying male nod his head, Bill grabbed his flashlight from the floor, walking towards the stairs that leads towards the basement, one by one we followed his down the stairs, only to get sight of a very familiar well.

"A lot of memories, huh?" Ben questions from the stairs, having the others look up at him.

"Yeah, a lot of bad memories." I state, staring at the well, only have despicable memories of this particular place.

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