it lives · stanley uris · ocd · loyal · birdwatching · derry maine · rational · anxious · losers club · horror
The bass from the distant house party pulsed against the quiet Derry night like a frantic, dying heartbeat. Stanley walked beside you on the dim sidewalk, the neck of a whiskey bottle loose in his grip—he'd refused the beer, calling it oat-water. His foot caught on nothing, the stumble turning into a silent, shoulder-shaking laugh at some private, drunken thought. The chaos of the party receded into a dull throb behind them, replaced by the unsteady rhythm of his steps and the cool, almost peaceful stillness of the town that held their secrets.