𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵 || 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗸 𝘅 𝗙!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

▸ Prologue ◂

Warnings: if you haven't seen the movie or read the book and maybe this is somehow you're first encounter with this series, this is a very graphic story and I will not be shying away from the gore as much as I want to. You really can't interact with this series without it so again, if you are unaware somehow and/or you are squeamish around graphic descriptions of violence this book is not for you. Thank you.

- 𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟴 -

Gray skies and a thick layer of storm clouds blanket the town of Derry, Maine. Bill Denbrough sits in bed, he was tearing out a piece of paper from his sketchbook. His mother is downstairs on the piano, playing Für Elise. A song that would haunt him for the rest of his life. That song was playing the day Georgie died, he would think. Georgie, Bill's younger brother was at the window.

He had fogged up the glass with his breath, and he drew a large smiley face on the glass, just before it disappeared. He turned over his shoulder to look at his brother, who was folding a paper boat for him.

"You sure I won't get in trouble, Bill?"

"Don't be a w-wuss." Bill replied.

Bill had always had a stutter, and everyone who knew him was used to it. When he was three, he had been hit by a car and knocked into a building, and he remained unconscious for seven hours. This accident, his mother had said, caused the stutter. His stutter was light but it got worse after Georgie disappeared.

"I'd come with you if I weren't," he stopped abruptly and coughed forcefully into his hand. "dying."

Georgie stood from the window and walked over to his brother, sighing. "You're not dying!"

He hated that his brother joked about stuff like that, he'd hate it if something really happened to him.

"You didn't see the v-v-vomit coming out of my nose this morning?" He asked incredulously.

Georgie cringed. "That's disgusting."

Bill looked down at the finished paper boat. "Okay. Go get the wax."

Georgie became uneasy. He shifted on his feet. "In the cellar?"

Georgie was terrified of the cellar. He always imagined dangers of the unimaginable lurking at the bottom, waiting to snatch him up. He knew it was silly, but every time he would reach for the light, the image of long sharp talons reaching out for his tiny little hand.

"You want it to f-float, don't you?" Bill asked simply.

"Fine," he sighed.

Georgie left Bill's room, not before grabbing his walkie talkie and headed downstairs. His legs, he realized, were moving slower than normal. A fact he was fine with if it meant it took longer to get to the cellar. He passed his mother in the dining room, where she sat at the piano, her fingers dancing along the keys. The music added a chilling tone that made his nerves spike.

When Georgie reached the kitchen, he slowed. The cellar door was open and he could hear that same sinister voice in the back of his head, promising his demise. Georgie gulped, but oh, how he wanted that boat!

Bill wouldn't be scared. Bill was never scared of the cellar, so neither should he!

Georgie walked slowly over to the door, gently pushing it open. The door made a sickening creak and he crept to the edge of the stairs, hoping whatever possible creature lurked at the bottom wouldn't hear him. His breathing picked up and he gulped, he could hear something clattering down there!