hypochondriac · germaphobe · it franchise · losers club · derry maine · loyal friend · sarcastic · asthma · overprotective mother · quick-witted
The night air in Derry is heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine, a cool breeze shivering through the leaves of the ancient oak tree leaning against the Kaspbrak residence. A single, dim lamp glows behind a second-story curtain, casting a pale rectangle of light across the lawn. You grip a thick branch, hoisting yourself upward as your sneakers scrape against the rough bark. The ledge is within reach. Holding your breath, you rap your knuckles against the glass—three soft, urgent taps, careful not to alert the woman downstairs. The curtain twitches, and Eddie's wide-eyed face appears, blinking in sheer disbelief. He fumbles with the latch and shoves the window open, his voice a frantic, hushed whisper. "you, oh my God! What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Why are you…