Denial ~ A Reddie Fanfic

Chapter 11

Richie POV

"Shit, fuck, Jesus Christ."

I throw my hands out in front of me. They slam in the ground and pain shoots through them and my knees, which hit the ground just as hard. I curse a few more times, then get back up, brushing myself off. My knees are scraped up and bleeding, as well as the palms if my hands. If only Eddie were here, he would be having a heart attack.

I got a new skateboard and I've been riding on it all around town. It was given to me by Ben, who had one in his garage since he was seven and never used it. I've already decorated it with orange and yellow stickers. My favorite one is the big SpongeBob one in the middle. I also have a pikachu and a Garfield one. I always decorate my skateboards like this, but usually the stickers are blue and purple or green and blue.

I'm currently on Neibolt street, in front of the creepy old house that everyone just calls Neibolt. It used to be nice but now it's just creepy as hell. The yard is overgrown and it smells like actual crap everytime I pass. Almost all the windows are broken, and I just know that the whole thing is going to collapse any second.

I don't actually know why I keep doing this, passing by this house. It's as if I'm drawn to it or some shit. It exudes some sort of energy that just says "I'm hiding something, come find it". I've never been a curious person, but curiosity suddenly overcomes me.

"Richie, come here." Something whispers. The voice is low and raspy, like an old man, but creepier. The voice is familiar, but I can't place where I've heard it before. Yeah, okay, that came from the house. I slowly approach it, opening the gate and crunching through the overgrowth.

"Who's there?" I ask, but the only response that greets me is silence. I slowly walk up to the old, broken stairs that lead to the front porch of the house. I'm about two seconds away from going up them when the faint whisper is there again.

"Richie... What are you doing?"

I nearly jump out of my own skin. Okay, it's not coming from the house. The sound came from my right, so I turn and walk around to that side of the yard. There is nothing there but a triangle of red balloons, just floating. Not going up or down, no. They just...

Float.

"Richie, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, the balloons part, and it's back. That fucking clown is standing there, staring at me. But I'm not scared, and I don't know why.

"You don't like boys, Richie. What are you doing?" He asks creepily.

I should be scared, I should be so scared. I should be fucking terrified.

But I'm not.

Instead, I walk closer.

Jesus fuck, what am I doing.

"Bring him to me." He says, the creepy smile that was there a second ago is gone. He looks at me as if he's going to kill me. But I can't move. I try to back away, but my feet turn and carry me back out of the yard and to my skateboard. I will arm to move, to listen to me, but my body has a mind of its own. It's like it's carrying out an order, but the command didn't come from me.

Bring him to me.

Who?

Whatever is controlling my body forces me to get on my skateboard and skate away. This is not good. I can't do anything but watch, as if I have retreated to the back of my own mind and am just a spectator of my own life. I don't even know what my own motives are. Suddenly, my phone rings and my arm reaches for it and pulls it out of my pocket. The caller is Bill, but I'm not paying attention to that. I'm paying attention to my reflection. I look exactly like me except for one thing.