|| First place in fanfiction in the Wurld of Writers Award || First place in Fanfiction in The Leaves Awards 2021 || Second place in Best English and Best Protagonist in the Coronation Awards After that day in the Neibolt House Richie felt as if his life had ended. Seeing his best friend of almost thirty years lying lifeless in his arms had killed him. When all the Losers ran from the house a part of them was left behind in the wreckage. A part that they thought would never come back. Eddie Kaspbrack, struggling with asthma and god knows what billion other issues, never knew that his life will come to an abrupt stop when his past will reveal it self again. He never knew that he would lose his friends that he had reconnected with only a few days ago. He never knew that when he kissed Myra goodbye on his doorstep that was the last he will ever see of her. Almost last though. They say that your fears build you and then break you and then build you again. Death changes you either for better or for worse. You never know that for sure. But dead don't come back from the living that is what everyone knows. The Losers Club will never be the same again. With a threat on the inside, when they assumed that troubles had ceased they came back in a diffrent form. A form that will stricken the Losers. A form that only fate will decide the course of.