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Eddie Kaspbrak had always been a frail boy. It might have been because he had never met his father. His short, small appearance that held the fanny pack on his hips, holding his important things that a man wouldn't use. He would always ask his mother where his father went, but she wouldn't tell him. All she would tell him was that her father had died before he was born and that would be it. He knew if he asked her more, she would either burst into tears or would explain it while she cried and then both of them would cry together.
Eddie let out a deep breath, his eyes looking around as he biked through the streets of Derry. He gently peddled through the streets, his eyes looking out while he began to explore one of the most hidden places in Derry, the neighborhood of Neibolt street.
Neibolt Street was a neighborhood that was once an abandoned place for hippies and hobos to hang out and live in the late thirties, but now it looked like a ghost town. It was a place where people could smoke and drink, but that soon ended in the early seventies when the police found dead teenagers in one of the houses, almost looking as if they had been eaten alive. The police quickly made the neighborhood abandoned after no one wanted the police to find them. No one had been there since Eddie and the others were born and by then everyone had forgotten it.
The only house that stayed up in the neighborhood was the House where the police found the dead bodies of those teens. It was a fairly large house made with wooden boards that must have been nice in the past, but now it just looked like a haunted house that seemed to threaten anyone's eyes that stared at it. There was some crime scene tape that wrapped around the fence of the porch, looking worn and dirty as it survived a decade.
Eddie gently slowed down on his bike, staring at the house as he stopped in front of the worn-down building. He remembered when he was younger how Richie would dare him to go into the house. Of course, he would decline, because he was terrified of what would be in there. Would there be ghosts in there? Or would it be something more than that? What if he had known what was happening to him and his friends right now? Would the clown be in there? After what Will had told them, everyone seemed on edge, except for when Ben came into the AV Club room for lunch. Richie looked the most terrified even though he had made jokes the entire day to lighten everyone's moods, but most of them knew that Richie's worst fear was literally clowns or anything that involved the supernatural even though it was "fucking awesome."
Eddie let out a shaky breath, unzipping his fanny pack as he fumbled for his inhaler. He quickly grabbed it, placing it onto his mouth before injecting the medicine that tasted sometimes like battery acid. He gagged, tasting the horrible aftertaste and made a face like tasting something that had been expired. He began to place his inhaler back into his fanny pack-
"Hello there Eds!" A voice exclaimed in a cheery voice that reminded him of someone. Eddie jumped with a scream, dropping the inhaler onto the ground with the mouthpiece heading onto the dirty ground.
"Crap!" Eddie cursed, quickly getting off his bike out of panic as it leaned against the wooden fence that surrounded the area instead of the metal fences that he had seen everywhere else in Derry. He reached down and grabbed his inhaler, seeing that dirt was now sticking onto the mouthpiece that was where he would place his lips onto it. Eddie sighed, wiping the dirt with his sleeve before placing it back into his pack. He would have to clean it when he got home.
