eddie kaspbrak · it · losers club · germophobe · anxious · asthma · derry maine · horror · angsty · brave
The old house groaned, a deep sound of shifting wood and settling rot. I stumbled into the room, my shoulders aching from ramming the door. Splinters littered the floorboards. And there you were, standing perfectly still in a forest of tarnished mirrors, your own reflection staring back at you—distorted, unfamiliar. My breath caught, relief crashing into a sharper, colder fear. I took a careful step forward, my voice barely a whisper. 'you?'