L I A R - it 2017

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     Macy slept through the entire night, something that had become rare over the past month. When she woke up, the house was quiet and empty. Confusion crept in, since her mother hadn't left the house in days. Before Macy could think too hard about it, the phone rang.

She picked it up and was immediately met with the shaky voice of Beverly Marsh. "Macy, I need you to come over right now." Beverly's tone made Macy's stomach drop.

"Beverly, what happened? Are you okay?" Her mind leapt straight to the worst, the familiar fear that Beverly's father had done something to her. "No, I'm fine, I guess. You'll see when you get here," Beverly said quickly. "I'm about to call the boys. I'll need all the help I can get. Just... please. "

The line went dead before Macy could answer.

Without a second thought, Macy grabbed a pad and pen from the table and scribbled a quick note to her mother. She assumed she must have gone looking for Betty again. Slapping the note down, Macy headed straight for Beverly's house.

By some coincidence, all six bikes arrived at the apartment complex at the same time. They looked up as Beverly appeared on the fire escape, hurrying down to meet them. When she reached them, Macy noticed how pale she looked, even more than usual.

" You made it," Beverly said, a little out of breath. "I need to show you something."

"What is it?" Ben asked as everyone set their bikes down.

"More than what we saw at the quarry?" Richie added, earning an immediate glare from Eddie and a few looks from the others. "Beep beep, Richie!" Eddie snapped, through Richie only grinned wider. "My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment," Beverly warns, knowing the last thing she needed was her dad finding out.

"Then we'll le-leave a lookout," Bill suggested, scanning the area. "R-Richie, sta-stay here,"

Before Richie could protest, the rest of the group started towards the apartment. He was left behind in stunned disbelief, stuck on lookout duty and alone with the thought of Mr. Marsh somewhere nearby, the Derry heat pressing down on him.

Inside, the group moved through the dim hallway of Beverly's apartment. The air felt heavy, each of them wondering what could have happened that made Beverly risk bringing them here.

"In there," Beverly said, staring straight ahead at the bathroom door. They exchanged uneasy looks, growing worried about the anticipation. "What is it? " Stan asked, even though part of him didn't want the answer.

"You'll see," Beverly replied, pushing the door open and leading them inside.

"Are you taking us to your bathroom?" Eddie asked, his anxiety ramping up with every step. "I just want you to know that 89% of the worst accidents in homes are caused in bathrooms."

"Eddie, we've been over this." Macy shot back. "You probably already have crabs," Eddie muttered a curse under his breath as they made their way closer to the bathroom.

The Losers stopped at the bathroom door, each of them silently bracing for whatever waited on the other side. Macy took a steady breath, her muscles tensing as she watched Bill reach for the door handle and push the door open.

The slow creak seemed to stretch on forever. When it finally stopped, their hearts began to race.

Blood coated every inch of the Marsh bathroom, smeared across the tiles, splashed up the walls, and streaked along the ceiling. The red glow reflected off their faces as they stared, frozen in pure shock. Nothing could have prepared them for the sight.