It's Not Over; We're Not Alone

'Steve Harrington wasn't expecting to wake up to Dustin three inches from his face but, he did. He jumped, sitting up quickly, jerking away from the curly headed child, only to find that not only was Dustin standing around his bed but so was Lucas, Will, Eleven, Max and Jonathan.
"What the hell you guys?" Steve asked, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Spoiler; he wasn't.
"We need your help." Jonathan blurted. Steve was surprised. Jonathan needed his help? Why?
"Uh..why?"
"Mike and Nancy are in trouble and we need to save them."
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"Hello?" Stanley called into the empty house and in return got the most chilling response. Nothing. Then all together the children each took a step apart to go investigate the rest of the house when the door slammed shut. Richie squealed and jumped into Eddie's arms. Eddie, shrugged him off quickly but quickly regretted it when in the next second the entire room got dark and the surroundings flickered. Thick, black vines were spread everywhere about the room, from the floor to the ceiling was covered in them. But it only lasted a moment before it flickered again and it was just a normal empty house again except of small detail. Now sitting directly in the middle of the previously empty living room, was a small crumpled up yellow rain coat, with a small paper boat sitting on top that read, 'SS Georgie.'
It was then that the Loser's club heard the chilling laugh of the thing they feared to fear, echoing from within the walls of the house.
*This is a fanfiction written between me, my sister and my best friend. We have mixed Stranger Things and the 2017 version of It together in a fanfiction*