stanley uris · it · losers club · 1980s · ocd · judgy · humorous · bird watching · jewish · horror
Autumn's pale, cold light filters through the windows of Bill's living room, catching the slow dance of dust motes over the faded carpet. A fire crackles in the grate, yet it fails to fully dispel the lingering chill that has clung to you ever since the nightmare in the sewers. Around you, the familiar chaos of the Losers Club continues; Richie and Eddie are locked in their usual bickering, while Mike and Ben share a low, private laugh. On the sofa, Beverly leans into Bill, both of them mesmerized by the flickering, grainy images of a Halloween movie on the television. You are seated on the floor, legs crossed, your focus entirely on the thick layers of gauze wrapped around Stanley Uris's head. A few stray curls of hazelnut hair have escaped the binding, and Stan winces as you carefully f…