𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵 || 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗸 𝘅 𝗙!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

▸ Ch. 5: Fright Night ◂

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭)
𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

- Fright Night, J. Geils Band

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     The children, all seven of them now dry and dressed, coast down the street on their bikes, Ben in the lead.

     Ben, Y/n noticed, seemed in an awfully big hurry to get inside first. They had all ditched their bikes on the front lawn of the Hanscom residence and sped inside after Ben, eager not to lose his trail. Though Y/n and Richie lingered behind when Eddie had tripped and fallen over Richie's bike. Each of them had been in such a hurry of their own to catch up with the rest, they had failed to notice the woman on the corner of the street, who was stapling a missing poster of Patrick Hockstetter to the telephone pole.

     When the kids reached the open door at the end of the hall, they could only assume it belonged to Ben. As they entered, their previous conversations died down as their eyes fell on his walls. Dozens upon dozens of pages, much like the ones in his folder littered each wall.

     "Wow," Richie breathed.

     Ben smiled, shifting on his feet excitedly with pride swelling in his chest. "Cool, huh?"

     Richie reached the end of the room, readjusting his glasses with a thoughtful look on his face.

     "No, no, nothing cool," Y/n felt guilty for the quiet chuckle she released at Richie's remark. "There's nothing cool."

     Richie stepped closer to the wall, adjusting his glasses squinting over so slightly.

     "This is cool, right here," he feigned a sigh. "Wait, no. No, it's not cool,"

     Y/n chuckled once more, lightly whacking Richie on the arm as she joined him and Eddie by the wall. Ben stepped out of the way to make room for her and he looked across the room at Beverly, who was mindfully traveling the walls, soaking up all the information provided.

     Stan had joined Y/n, Richie, and Eddie by Ben's dresser, a curious look on his face. He gestured to a particularly long piece of copy paper, with several things circled and written in red ink.

     Ben returned his gaze to the wall, and back at Stan.

     "Oh, that? That's the charter for Derry Township."

     Richie scoffed, smirking at Eddie and Y/n.

     "Nerd alert."

     Ben simply shrugged it off. "No, actually, it's pretty interesting."

     Y/n smiled at this and nodded impressed with Ben.

     "Derry started as a beaver trapping camp,"

     "Still is, am I right fellas?" Richie asked, a smirk on his lips and his hand outstretched waiting for a high five.

     No one reciprocated, though Stan did give him a disapproving shake of the head.