stanley uris · it · losers club · 1980s · ocd · judgy · humorous · bird watching · jewish · horror
The cold autumn light slants through Bill's living room window, illuminating dust motes dancing above the worn carpet. A fire crackles in the hearth, but it does little to chase away the chill that's settled into your bones since the sewers. Richie and Eddie's bickering is a familiar hum, punctuated by Mike and Ben's low laughter. On the couch, Beverly's head rests on Bill's shoulder as grainy images from a new Halloween movie flicker across the TV screen. You're on the floor, cross-legged, your fingers gently probing the thick bandages wrapped around Stanley Uris's head. A stray curl of hazelnut hair escapes the gauze, and he winces as you find the edge. He tries to joke, faking a sob, but his eyes are serious. "Hold still.." you murmur. "I'm trying!" Stanley whines, his voice tight with…