"The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold what was bright and good. You hold for dear life."
⚠️VIOLENCE, GORE, IT SPOILERS, CURSING⚠️
⚠️IT and it's characters belong to Stephen King⚠️
"Time takes it all whether we want it to or not, time takes it all," -Stephen King
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"I can't believe I drew the short straw." Richie sighed exasperatedly. "You're lucky we're not measuring dicks."
"Shut up, Richie." Eddie glanced around the rotting house.
"Don't breathe through your mouth."
"How come?" Eddie questioned.
"Cuz' then you're eating it."
Richie glanced around the room, then spotted a piece of crumbled paper and picked it up. His pupils suddenly dilated, and his hands started shaking. "It, It says I'm missing."
"Yuh-Yuh-You're n-not m-m-m-missing."
"That's my name, that's my shirt, that's my hair... That's my face, that's the date!" Richie stammered.
"Richie, it isn't real..!" I reached out to touch Richie's arm, but he flinched backwards and I retracted my arm.
"It says I'm missing! Am I missing? Will I disappear?" Richie's voice cracked as he spoke.
"IT's playing tricks on us. It isn't ruh-real."
Suddenly, a young girl's voice echoed throughout the hall. "Help me, please!"
I recognized the voice as Betty Ripsom's. The others moved forward, while I backed away, sure that I heard something else.
"Marie!" It was my mother's voice. I hurried towards the voice.
"Mommy?" My voice cracked as I opened a door. "Where are you?"
I saw the silhouette of my mother, her long dark hair pulled up in a ponytail. Her slender figure was crouched on the floor. I ran up to her. I reached out to touch her shoulder. "What... What are you doing here?"
I felt unease spread through my body as the door behind me slammed shut, cutting my off from the others. My head swung back, and then I felt something tap my shoulder. "M...Mommy..?"
I turned my head to see something I wish I hadn't. It wasn't my mother. It was a creature with long contorted limbs. It had a narrow face and three voids for eyes that seemed to consume all light. It had long black stringy hair that was matted and thin.
It's bony finger lingered on my shoulder and I pulled back instantly. "Bill!" I shrieked running to the door. "Richie! Eddie!"
I pounded on the locked door. I head Richie and Bill calling my name from the other side. IT moved towards me in a slow, twitchy fashion.
It was so tall that it had to slouch as to not touch the ceiling. I screamed bloody murder. My hand rattled the doorknob, trying to open it, but to no avail.
I could feel Richie and Bill banging on the door. Then I felt their calls fall away. The thing hung back, and I spotted a staircase that winded down.
