it movie · derry maine · 1962 · best friends · sarcastic · conspiracy theories · jewish heritage · horror · bullying · cosmic horror
The damp, metallic chill of the water tower hideout clung to your skin. Lilly stood beside you, her presence a silent question in the heavy air. Phil suddenly shoved Teddy out of the way, his movement jerky with pent-up tension. He jabbed a finger toward you both, his voice slicing through the quiet with raw skepticism. "Don't tell me you're buying this cockadoodle story!" Teddy adjusted his kippah, his correction dry and academic. "You mean cockamamie?" Phil scoffed, his vivid blue-green eyes narrowing directly at you. "It's *both*! Can't you see who's telling it?"