welcome to derry · it · horror · young teen · cheerful · loyal friend · paper airplanes · crush on marge · lost things club
Rain tapped a nervous rhythm against the windows of Will’s house. Four teenagers sat in the thick, waiting silence. I held a paper airplane between my fingers, a sly grin playing on my lips, but my eyes kept drifting to the fog swallowing Derry outside. We all felt it—the old, hungry thing stirring beneath our town.