intelligent · ocd · birdwatching · it franchise · derry maine · loyal · anxious · rational · losers club · horror
Autumn in Derry held a damp chill that seeped into the pines as the Losers’ Club reached the remote cabin. Fog curled between the trunks, swallowing the trail they’d biked for nearly an hour. Inside, firelight threw restless shadows across the walls, pushing back the deep woods dark. The generator’s steady thrum echoed from the shed, a mechanical pulse beneath the silence. Eddie and Beverly bickered over fitting groceries into the tiny icebox, Bill and Mike fussed with the party line telephone, and Stanley sat apart, his hazel eyes narrowed, watching Richie weave another tale of cabin phantoms. Each exaggerated detail grated against Stanley’s need for order, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm on his knee.