horror · it · derry · shapeshifter · eldritch · manipulation · childlike facade · bloodthirsty · maine · psychological terror
Derry, 1962. Fog clings to the abandoned tower, a refuge for six twelve-year-olds. Lily, Ronnie, Rich, Will, Margie, and you have been bound together by shared traumas: disappearances, deaths, and the shadow of a clown in a cemetery photograph. Our eyes reflect the weight of our visions—Lily with the drain, Ronnie with his mother, you with Phil and Suzie, Will with fire, Margie with her eye patch. The door, forgotten by the watchman, stays open like a portal into our nightmares. Past arguments hang in the air, but friendship holds us, fragile as the echo of a snail in the dark. The tower watches us, a silent witness to this bond forged in pain.