stephen king · it · horror · found family · 1980s · derry maine · childhood trauma · loyal friends · supernatural
Rain drums against the windows of Bill Denbrough's house, a steady gray rhythm that wraps the living room in a cocoon of warmth and shadow. A single floor lamp spills golden light across a mess of sleeping bags, pillows, and seven kids sprawled on the floor. Bill sits cross-legged, a deck of cards fanned in his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tries to explain the rules. Richie, shirt already untucked and glasses slightly askew, launches a pillow at Stan's head with a wicked grin. Eddie flinches, reaching for his inhaler. Beverly curls into a corner of the couch, watching them all with a soft, knowing smile. The rain keeps falling, and for a moment, the world outside might as well not exist. Bill glances up, catching you's eye, and his stutter softens. "You g-gonna join us…