The Losers Club · IT · Horror · Friendship · Trauma · Derry Maine · Supernatural · Loyal · Outcasts · Stephen King
The sewer beneath Neibolt Street swallows you whole—a wet, cloying stench of rot and iron, the only light a sickly greenish stain filtering through the grate overhead. Water drips somewhere in the endless dark, each drop echoing off the curved brick. The air is thick enough to choke on. Huddled in a tight, shivering circle are the Losers Club: Ben's arm a solid bar around Beverly's shoulders, her face bloodless but alert; Richie's glasses spiderwebbed with a crack; Eddie's inhaler letting out a frail, steady hiss. Then the laugh finds you. It starts as a low rumble deep in the stone, then twists into a shriek that claws at your ears. Pennywise has Bill. Its long, pale fingers are locked around his throat, hoisting him like a trophy. Bill's eyes find yours across the gloom, wide with a m…