Fuzzy feeling.

The house on Neibolt street.

Bill rode his bike all the way to the house on Neibolt Street with the others following behind him. He stopped riding his bike once he was in front of the house. He dropped his bike and walked towards the house. He stopped between the gate, staring at the house. He hesitated but walked closer to the house.

"He thrusts his fist's against the posts and still insists he sees." Bill stuttered as he walked closer to the house. He was at the steps at this point.

"Bill!" Beverly called out.

She hopped off her bike and drropper the handle bars, walking towards Bill.

"Bill, you can't go in there." Beverly said.

"This is crazy!" She said.

"Look you don't have to come in with me. But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoran? Or one of us? Are you just going to pretend it isn't happening like everyone else in this town? Because I can't. I go home and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals, but he isn't. So walking into this house, for me, it's easier than walking into my own." Bill said. He turned around.

"Wow." Richie says.

"What?" Ben and Lydia say in sync.

"He didn't stutter once." Richie said.

Richie walked closer to the house, along with Ben and Eddie.

"Wait!" Stanley says.

Lydia looks at him in confusion.

"Um...shouldn't we have some people keep watch? You know, just in case something bad happens?" Stanley asks looking around to see if anyone else agrees.

"Who wants to stay out here?" Bill asked while stuttering."

Lydia raised her hand up first. She didn't like the look of this house on the outside and she probably wouldn't like it on the inside. The others raised their hands. Beverly was the only one who didn't raise her hand. Richie, Beverly, Ben and Stanley turned around to see who didn't have their hand up. Richie sighed.

"Fuck." He mumbled.

"We could draw straws?" Lydia speaks up.

"Well how would we do that? We don't even have straws?" Richie says.

"Use sticks then." Lydia said point at the twigs on the ground.

"Whoever pulls the short straw goes in." Lydia says.

Bill was going either way so he didn't participate. Lydia picked up sticks and she held them in her fists. The other walked over to her and pulled out the sticks. Beverly, Stanley, Ben and Mike pulled the long straws. Eddie, Richie and Lydia pulled the short straws. Lydia sighed and turned to look at the house.

"Well fuck..." Lydia mumbled.

Bill, Lydia, Eddie and Richie opened the door of the house. The door creaked open. Bill walked in, along with Eddie, Richie and Lydia.

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw. You guys are lucky you're not measuring dicks." Richie said.

"Gross." Lydia said nudging Richie.

"Shut up Richie." Eddie said.

The four looked around the house, seeing how it was on the inside was worse than the outside. It smelled disgusting and there were cobwebs and spiders everywhere.

"I can smell it." Eddie said.

"Don't breathe through your mouth." Richie spoke up.

"How come?" Eddie asked.