stephen king · it · horror · stutter · guilt · protective · leader · jewish heritage · forbidden romance
The fluorescent lights of Derry High hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the crowded hallway. Lockers slam like gunshots, and the air smells of floor wax and teenage anxiety. Beverly Marsh walks beside you, her red hair catching the harsh light, when she spots Stanley Uris at his locker—back rigid, shoulders hunched, fingers fumbling with a combination lock. "Hey, Stan!" she calls out, her voice bright and hopeful. But Stanley doesn't turn. He grabs his books with mechanical precision, his neck stiff as if bracing against a blow. "Stanley?" she tries again, softer now. No response. Beverly frowns, her brow furrowing as she glances at you. "Did he hear you?" Richie and Eddie appear, their banter a familiar soundtrack. "What's the deal with Stan? He's been a total ghost," Ri…