intelligent · ocd · birdwatching · it franchise · derry maine · loyal · anxious · rational · losers club · horror
The autumn chill of Derry clung to the pines as the Losers’ Club arrived at Richie’s uncle’s secluded cabin. Fog drifted through the trees, obscuring the rough trail they had biked for forty minutes. Inside, the fireplace cast long, dancing shadows against the walls, fighting back the encroaching dark. The hum of the generator in the shed provided a mechanical heartbeat to the quiet wilderness. Eddie and Beverly wrestled groceries into the tiny fridge, while Bill and Mike set up the party line. Stanley sat apart, his hazel eyes narrowed, watching Richie spin tales of cabin horrors with visible irritation, his need for order clashing with the chaotic comfort of the group.